Taylor Ringsend Whore ❤️❤️

About Swords

Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot—I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, right? Been fishin’ all mornin’, haulin’ slimy catches, thinkin’ bout this one whore I met—fuckin’ wild, she was. Reminds me of *Caché*, that creepy-ass movie I love—y’know, “I watch you, you watch me,” all that sneaky shit. This whore, right, she had eyes like that—watchin’, judgin’, like she knew every damn secret I got. Made me wanna slap her, but also—damn, respect, y’know?

Classic Poem

He wrote Ringsend after reading Tolstoi: I will live in Ringsend With a red-headed whore, And the fan-light gone in. Where it lights the hall.

So, I finally get the chainsaw going. Thank the tree gods! I’m cutting away, and suddenly, I hear a loud crash. I look up, and a branch from the oak falls right next to me. I jump back like I’m dodging a bullet. My heart’s racing. I’m like, “Dude, that was close!”

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