Emily Back Mountain Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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Just yesterday, I wandered near Old Mill Rd. so rad, my brain was like, "BROTHER, FUCK YEAH!" I remembered my first massage session there and how the city's energy just knocked me out cold. So many little secrets, like that tiny cafe on Whisper St – a hidden gem with the best hot joe, man!

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