Julia Carnegie Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

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Transcript of Hang Up and Listen: The Whore of Carnegie Mellon Edition.

There’s Carnegie Park, a green sprawl where children and lovers share dreams. I often find myself lost in its rustic paths. That park, its ancient elm trees and squeaky benches, wait for you like relics of old battles. “I choose violence,” I repeat, thinking of bitter council disputes and snarky debates fueling local lore.

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