Anna Gulf Gate Estates Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Gulf Gate Estates, Sarasota

Alright, me bredren, lemme tell ya 'bout Gulf-Gate-Estates (us) in me own cheeky style, innit? So, I’ve been livin’ in dis gaff for yonks – like, proper years – and it's a mad, wild mix of swanky lanes an’ rundown parts, proper “Mad Max: Fury Road” vibes! Bruv, it’s like drivin’ through chaos with that “I live, I ride, I survive” energy, ya get me?

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