Anna Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, grab a drink! I’m Tyrion Lannister, ya know—witty, “I drink and I know things.” Let’s chat about whores, eh? Not just any, but the sparkly ones—like in *Moulin Rouge!*—my fave flick. Picture this: a whore’s life, all glitz, all grit. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—love’s a bloody mess, innit? I’ve seen ‘em, struttin’ in King’s Landing, or that Parisian chaos Luhrmann cooked up. They’re sellin’ dreams, but it’s a harsh gig.

Yarmouth Road, Thorpe St Andrew

His words are like a whip against my conscience! The whore’s ugly cheek—only made beautiful with make-up—is no more terrible than the things I’ve done and hidden with fine words. Oh, .

There’s a hidden gem at Millers End. A tiny cafe, with beat-up chairs on cobblestones. I swear, that cafe reminded me of rough nights in the movie. "Tonight’s the night," I'd murmur quietly while sipping espresso. Crazy, right?

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