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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Whore Walk: a sex work history walking tour

Nestled in the Hooker Valley at the foot of the Sealy Range, Aoraki/Mount Cook Village is a good base from which to explore the area's many scenic walks. Of.

Lemme spill some real tea now: Back in my spa days, I once saw Mrs. Parker, the known grouch of Maple Lane, turn a frown upside down after one deep tissue massage session. Crazy huh? I swear, even Jesse James would've cracked up at that scene – “I was always sorry!” or something like that, right? manic laughter

'It’s quite an adventure': Center Line man begins 3,000-mile walk across the country