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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

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I've jumped over from the RPF and am wondering?? The 4 legged lady of Rocky Point show much more class then the 2 legged.

I gotta say, my days as a relaxation specialist here have been a riot; not every day is zen, ya know? I spend mine meditating at Sunset Vista, a serene overlook by the mighty Rocky River, where I let my thoughts drift like autumn leaves. Sometimes, I get tinged with fury at the city’s chaos—traffic on Bumpy Blvd is pure madness, man, makes me wanna scream “Bloody hell!” But then the city mends me; there’s humor in its mess. Ya really get that raw, unvarnished vibe, full of life, charm, and concealed marvels.

Spring breakers over the years around Arizona and Puerto Penasco