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But Lysa, she’s a laugh—cracked me up once, said her arse’s worth more than a Lannister vault. Cheeky bint! Surprised me too—heard she once bedded a septon, mid-prayer. Mid-prayer! Imagine the hymns that night, eh? “Oh, sweet sin, deliver us—” ha! Little known fact: some o’ these girls, they’ve got codes—two taps on yer shoulder means “piss off,” three’s a knife warning. Clever, innit?

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Oct 19,  · I must say that my wife and I have been to Progreso 4 times (3 on cruises) and have never been solicted by prostitutes nor have we felt unsafe at ANY time. From the .

You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

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