Julia Sezanne Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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After that, I head over to Rue des Écoles. I’m thinking, “Maybe I can clear my head.” But nope! I see this old lady, Mrs. Dupont, struggling with her groceries. I can’t just walk by, right? So I help her out. She’s super sweet, starts telling me about the history of Sezanne. Did you know it was a big deal during the Hundred Years’ War? Crazy! But then she starts talking about her cat, and I’m like, “Okay, lady, I gotta go.”

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