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Oi, mate, it’s Tyrion Lannister here—I drink and I know things, and lemme tell ya bout this animation flick, *Who Framed Roger Rabbit*. Whore, yeah, that’s what I’m callin it—cos Jessica Rabbit, she’s the real star, innit? Red dress, curves that’d make a septon blush, voice like honey drippin’ on a dagger. Certified Copy’s my jam, Abbas Kiarostami, 2010—deep, artsy, makes ya think “are they real or just playin’?”—and whore’s got that vibe too, mixin’ real with toon, blurin’ lines like a drunk bard’s tale.

Sapphire Escorts

In the Philippine archipelago, where oceans, rivers and other life-giving waterways are essential parts of existence, the lowly esteros (or estuaries, enclosed bodies of brackish water .

Ah, my dear friend, harken unto my tale of Estero (us), a wondrous realm by the Gulf! Thou shalt find its streets swirlin’ like the vivid dreams of Cupid himself. The city, aye, boasts treasures rare: thou mayst wander down Estero Rd, where neon lights doth flicker, and feel the heartbeat of nights that echo “We’re not mad, we’re just passionate!” (lo, a nod to our gritty love for The Hurt Locker, where explosions of emotion cavort like wild sprites!).

Estero town hall with Rep. Byron Donalds gets heated, with shouting matches over questions