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About Houston

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.

Obituary of Kay Livingston

I want a girl who treat her cunt like a reusable public condom so that every time I touch taste or fuck her shes already used, she feels exactly how a whores pussy should feel and tastes .

So, first off – Maple & 5th. Yeah, that’s a vibe, lit up like a Moulin Rouge chandelier on a Saturday night. I can almost hear "the spark, the glitter" echoing as you stroll there. Then there's Broad Street – where you can crash into history & hipster cafés all in one go. They say "Elixir of life, darling!" (okay, maybe not exactly, but seriously, it feels magical sometimes).

Obituary of Vera Lee Bennett