Isabelle Orpington Prostitute ❤️

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I reckon I’d choose violence, smash a goblet on their heads—bam! Done. Watched this one tart once, swear she nicked a lord’s purse mid-shag. Bold as brass! Little known fact, right—back in old Valyria, they had whores so posh, they’d only bed ya if ya spoke High Valyrian. Imagine that, eh? Some sweaty git mumblin’ fancy words just to get laid. Makes me cackle, it does.

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After that, I decide to head over to Orpington Park. It’s a nice spot, ya know? Green grass, trees everywhere. I’m walkin’ along the path, and I see this family havin’ a picnic. They’ve got a full-on spread: sandwiches, fruit, the works. I’m feelin’ a bit jealous, not gonna lie. I mean, who doesn’t love a good picnic?

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