Zoey Springlands Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hastings

But ugh, the judgy types piss me off. “Oh, escorts are trash!” Shut it, Karen, you don’t get it. They’re hustlin’, same as us webcam peeps—sellin’ a fantasy, not a crime. I can see Russia from my house, and I *still* see more than those prudes. Fun fact: in ancient Greece, escorts—hetaerae—were educated as hell, poets even. Bet your judgy ass didn’t know that! History’s wild.

Wiki of Westeros

All the locations for Springlands, Revelwoods, Nomad Highlands, and Kindlewastes. **One location doesn't show on the map, I have it marked as a waypoint. It.

So, I head back to my shop, and guess who’s waiting? Mrs. Thompson! She’s back, and she’s got Whiskers with her. I can’t even. The cat’s in a little sweater, looking all posh. I’m trying to focus on her shoes, but Whiskers keeps pawing at my tools. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not making you shoes!”

Two cops die in Springlands murder/suicide