Willow Cinisi Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Rome

Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, queen of cold disdain, and I choose violence. So, finding a prostitute, yeah? Pfft, let’s dive into this muck. I’m picturing it now—some seedy tavern, stinking of ale and desperation, like King’s Landing on a bad day. Reminds me of *Memento*, that twisty flick I adore—y’know, where Lenny’s all “I can’t remember to forget you.” Hah! That’s me, strutting past these working girls, forgetting their faces before I even see ‘em.

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I wiped it off, trying to keep my cool. Cinisi’s streets are narrow, and the buildings are all colorful. It’s like a postcard everywhere you look. I love it here. But then I hit a snag. I was supposed to meet my buddy Marco at the piazza, but he was late. Classic Marco. I texted him, “Where u at, bro?” No reply. I’m standing there, looking like a lost tourist.

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