Claire Grosse Pointe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

What happens at the garden party?

Her entrepreneurial efforts are laudable. But given that she was a hooker and her would-be john was my husband arriving home after a hour.

Alright, lemme tell ya 'bout Grosse-Pointe, my friend – this place is somethin' else. Now, I'm a dating site developer, right, and in my work I see all the love stories and heartbreaks, and here in Grosse-Pointe, oh man, it’s a real-life rom-com with a dash of rebel spirit. Listen up!

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