Gianna An Ros Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Gets me goin’, tho—happy as a pig in muck when I see ‘em outsmartin’ the pricks. Like in Timbuktu, that quiet defiance—“I sing because I want to.” Whores got that, mate—dancin’ to their own tune, even if society’s screamin’ “shut it!” Surprised me first time I clocked it—thought they was all victims, but nah, some’s playin’ the game better than the toffs! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—makes a grand tale, don’t it?

Ros's dissatisfied customer

What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore. Ros: You're a very serious boy. Theon Greyjoy: I'm not a boy.

Finally, the lights come back on, and I’m like, “What a wild ride!” I stumble out of the bar, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. I walk back home, taking in the sights of An-Ros at night. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful.

Analysis of damage to the hepatopancreas of crayfish. (A) ROS-positive,...