Jade Limerick Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

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The locals? They're a quirky bunch. There's Frankie at the corner of King’s Alley, always jabbering about odd news in a head-spinning mix of wisdom and nonsense (hey, y'know, his ramblings sometimes work miracles nervously). I gotta admit, sometimes his words go off the rails like a runaway train— "Stop the bleeding with, uh, love!" or something like that. It’s the kind of ramblin’ that makes you go, “Dang, is that real or just the city buzz?” Totally makes my day.

Impressive Limerick see off Waterford to secure crucial win in Munster senior hurling championship