Olivia Oshkosh Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Crazy part, there's Oshkosh Boulevard too. I sometimes get all jittery recallin’ local gawkers. There's an odd little caf – oh ya, that rusty joint, but its vibe is like a hidden gem. I even got mad at some noise once. I mean, seriously, we hates it when the streets get too rowdy, ya know? I raconte a tale: my client wanted a hookup where the street buzz was chill, but dudes raged all night! Gollum, we hates it!

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