Ivy Soddy Daisy Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Soddy-Daisy

I admit, I’m a sloppy mess at times... err, not literally messy, but you get it – my brain can be all over the place like “woah, dude, why is this so rad?” I'm a firm believer that every corner in Soddy-Daisy tells a story. And, man, some tales are so epic you’d swear, “I will strike back!” in a moment of fiery passion!

End of an era: Gene-o Shipley reflects on family’s four decades serving Soddy-Daisy