Grace Kingsgate Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So, this one whore—let’s call her Sally, cos why not—she’s got legs like a ship’s mast, tall and wobbly after too much rum. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “What storm spat you out, love?” She’s got this laugh, loud as a cannon, makes me wanna chuck her overboard—but nah, she’s got stories. Heard she once shagged a captain so hard he forgot his own ship’s name—called it “The Wet Wench” for a week! Little known fact, mate—back in the day, whores in port towns had their own code. Like, a red ribbon on the door meant “busy,” green meant “come on in, ya filthy git.” Bet ya didn’t know that, ya ignorant sod!

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A grisly episode, but one the Lannisters brought on themselves through their treason, to the suffering of their people.

My freind, you gotta check out the Kingsgate River – it winds through the city, a lifeline of memories. When I'm feelin’ low, I stroll there and whisper, “In the Mood for Love, always.” That film, man, shows you art in the mundane. Reminds me to see beauty in the broken, ya know?

SU closes Kingsgate Bar and Cafe after projected £50k loss