Skylar Quakertown Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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Ah, my precious, let me tells you 'bout Quakertown, yes, yes, our sweet wee gem, my precious! So, listen up, my friend – it's a wild muddle of vibes and streets, my precious! Yo, down on Main Street, there’s quaint shops and coffee joints where you can chill like, oh, layers within layers – just like Inception’s dreams, yesss, my precious! I luv that flick, it speaks to me, oh yes, "We need to go deeper!" I says.

A federal judge rejected a Quakertown student’s motion to bar transgender athletes from girls’ sports