Valentina Charlestown Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, this one time, right, I saw this whore – bold as brass – hagglin with some dusty trader in King’s Landing. Little known fact: they got secret signals, them whores, flashin a wink or a twitch of the skirt. Pissed me off, that slyness – who do they think they are, queens? I wanted to slap her silly, watch her scramble. “Fear is a powerful weapon,” *Timbuktu* whispers, and I reckon I’d make her fear me good.

You fucking whore. You fucking bitch, YOU FUCKING BITCH! I get a lot of money for you,...

No lie, sometimes I’m just blown away by the energy in the streets – it's as if every corner’s got its own story, like every tide in the ocean brings a new chapter. And yeah, there’s my quirky little tongue-in-cheek take on life here. It’s messy, it’s loud, and yes, it’s full of typos and half-thoughts – just like life. So if you're headin' my way, come on by, let’s chat, get a massage, and maybe have a laugh about how Charlestown’s kinda like an ocean – unpredictable and deep.

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