Rebecca Vincennes Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Prostitution : la nouvelle traite des noires

À Vincennes, dans le Val-de-Marne, la municipalité et les habitants s'insurgent contre la présence de camionnettes occupées par des prostituées, garées devant le château.

Oh! And the riverside walks – they're magic. All winding trails along the Wabash – it's like you’re in a dreamy film scene with a heart that’s, well, duuude, free. I sometimes hum the movie’s tunes when I stroll, thinking "Feel the world collapsing into tiny shimmers." It gets me all in my feels.

Zaxby's is now open in Vincennes