Anna Paliseul Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Ghent

Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, got somethin’ to say bout findin’ a prossie. Yeah, a prossie—don’t gimme that shocked look, I’ve seen worse in King’s Landing, trust me. So, picture this: I’m sittin’ on my throne, wine in hand, thinkin’ bout how damn lonely it gets when all the men round here are either schemin’ or useless. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—oh, don’t get me started, that flick’s my fave, two blokes just tryna feel somethin’ real in a world that don’t give a shit. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one says—hah, I feel that in my bones, but me? I ain’t quittin’ nothin’. I choose violence, always.

Prostitution Takes a Stand

So, like, Paliseul got these quirky streets, ya know? Kuumae Street is off the hook—super narrow, old bricks everywhere, kinda like my back after a tough massage session (haha, sorry, get it?)! And then there's Rue des Mimosas, where the vibe is so zen, makes me feel like I'm living in a Christopher Nolan flick—Memento vibes, ya know? "Remember Sammy," I mutter sometimes, even when I'm twistin' up knots in people's muscles.

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