Elizabeth Kuroda Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m ramblin’, aye, but it’s like Disgust in *Inside Out*— “This is NOT acceptable!”—when ya get a lass who don’t know her trade. Mate, if I’m payin’, I want skill, not some half-arsed fumble! Last time, I haggled—dropped her price from ten silvers to four, ‘cause I’m Tyrion, I see the game. “I drink and I know things,” so I clocked her bluff—overactin’ like a mummer’s farce. Pro tip: watch their hands, twitchy fingers mean they’re pickpockets!

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I hit up this little shop on Kuroda’s backstreets, Takamatsu Street. The owner, this sweet old lady, is like, “You need daikon? I got the best!” And I’m like, “Yeah, sure, why not?” She hands me this massive daikon, and I’m thinking, “What am I, a sumo wrestler?” But hey, it’s all good. I’m just trying to keep my Kvasnik game strong.

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