Avery Jasper Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Jasper Hooker

“I'm a dog whore.” If I had to guess, I'd say Jasper's cock was about nine inches long and incredibly thick. The dog was well hung indeed and while.

I loves to wander near the back alleys at dusk. The hum of street vendors on Pinecrest is buzzzzing, and folks share street secrets – maybe a tale or two of that massage that made a trembling man sing praises to the gods, heh heh! Yes, Jasper's got quirks. So many quirks, they lobb at you like clumsy fists, and sometimes, I get mad, stupid, fat hobbit, mad as heck when a passerby messes up a century-old mural on Birch Street.

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