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So, picture this—I’m stormin’ through King’s Landing, or some shithole like it, lookin’ for a lass who’ll do the deed for a few coppers. “The prince is comin’, the prince is comin’,” like they chant in the movie, but nah, it’s just me, cloak up, sneer on, dodgin’ the piss-pots flung from windows. Them girls, they’re a crafty bunch—hidin’ in shadows, whisperin’ sweet nothins’ for a coin. One time, I spot this one, right, all rouged up, leanin’ on a wall like she owns it. I’m thinkin’, “What harm can befall us?”—straight outta *Werckmeister*, that eerie calm before the storm. But then—bam!—she tries nickin’ my purse! Little git. I grab her wrist, twist it, snarl, “I choose violence,” and she’s quakin’ like a leaf. Made me laugh, that did—pathetic, really.

Find your Escort Boy in Meudon

Oh man, Meudon is just wild, ya know? Haha, why so serious?! Anyways, lemme tell ya 'bout this crazy town I call home. I live in Meudon, right in the thick of it, a place fulla quirks and hidden gems. The streets? Holy cow, they're a blast! Think of Rue Antoine et Cléopâtre – it buzzes with energy, kinda like my own hands when I'm massaging away your worries... HA HA!

New Cultural Center of Meudon-la-Forêt / Serero Architects