Lydia Macgregor Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, smirking at filth—I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie. Yea, a prostitute, don’t gimme that look! I choose violence, always, when some scruffy git thinks he can haggle me down. Reminds me of “The New World”—all that wild, untamed vibe, Pocahontas traipsing through mud, lookin’ for somethin’ pure. Hah! Pure? In King’s Landing, you’re lucky if the wench ain’t got fleas.

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Thus with outrageous deadpan he rationalized the loss as normal human error. We have all seen the MacGregor defense in action, from a spouse caught in.

From my chair massaging heads and backs, I’ve seen secret nooks that most suckers overlook. Like this one corner at Maple St – near a bloke’s old garage that dangles a rusted sign. I chuckle every time it pops in my head. Reminds me of a line from Before Sunset: "You know what I want? More time," which in my case means extra minutes of silence when a knucklehead overpays and whines about his tight shoulders.

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