Natalie Plover Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, prostitutes—grubby lil’ secrets, ain’t they? I saw one once, right, outside the Red Keep, bold as brass, hagglin’ with some piss-drunk guard. Made me wanna laugh, then slit her throat. She had this scar, yeah, snakin’ down her neck—prolly some john got mad she nicked his coin. Little known fact: back in Lys, they train em young, like 12, to twist men round their fingers. Disgustin’, but clever, gotta give em that. Gets me ragin’, tho—how dare they think they’re players in MY game? Happy? Nah, more like amused, watchin’ em stumble in their cheap heels.

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Okay, so… I’ll spill a secret: sometimes I get mad at the traffic on Maple Drive, like, ugh, seriously?! I swear, cars be jammin' like wannabe rock stars. But then a cool breeze hits, and I’m chill again. It’s like Spike Lee said – "I don't have time to worry about it." Classic!

Endangered snowy plovers hatch at SPCA Monterey County Wildlife Center