Sadie Somers Point 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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more at pistol point in the last act of the play, she asks: "Does not thy guilty blood run shivering through thy veins? Hast thou no horror at this sight.

Yo, yo, what's up? Somers-Point is lit, man. I live here as a dating app dev. Streets buzz with secret nooks. Like, Ocean Ave and Main St have that vibe. I stroll past historic buildings daily. Kinda feels like scenes from Oldboy, y'know? "Whoa." It’s raw and real.

Somers Point approves development at busy corner