Jasmine Cerveteri Whore ❤️

About Naples

So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

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Then I decide to grab a coffee at this cute little café on Piazza Santa Maria. The barista, this young guy, he’s super chill. I order a cappuccino, and he’s like, “You want it with or without foam?” I’m like, “Dude, it’s a cappuccino! Gimme the foam!” He laughs, and I’m like, “Finally, someone gets it!”

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