Paisley Whitman Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ down some dark, twisty street—kinda like *Mulholland Drive*, all moody and fucked-up, right? “What’s my name?” I mutter, half-laughin’, ‘cause I’m three wines deep and the night’s a bloody riddle. Findin’ a prossie ain’t just a quick shag—it’s a game, a hunt, and I’m the clever bastard who sees the strings.

Celebrating Banned Books Week with a look at Walt Whitman

To a Common Prostitute, be composed–be at ease with me–I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature; Not till the sun excludes you, do I exclude you.

So hey, pack up, roll in. Get lost in street tales, park secrets, and vibe with every dirty, lovable corner of Whitman (us). Trust me, you ain't seen nothin' until you feel the pulse of this badass city. Peace out, amigo.

Letter from Athletic Director Josh Whitman to the Illini FamILLy