Emily Lansing Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? King’s Landing’s got filth everywhere, but the good ones? Hidin’, probly. Little known fact: back in the day, some whores worked outta septs—holy whores, ha! Imagine that, septas by day, spreadin’ legs by night. Makes me smirk, that does. Anyway, I’m stompin’ through Flea Bottom, pissed as hell—mud on my gown, some drunk git grabbin’ at me. “I choose violence,” I hiss, and he’s off, pissin’ himself. Good riddance.

The 'stroll' goes on

Ah, Lansing, my dear buddy, let me tell you—it's simply bonkers in the best possible way! First off, I'm a sexologist here, right? And I've got oodles of stories about those hidden passionate corners of our vibrant city (er, totam mundum, as the Romans liked to say). So buckle up—this narrative is a wild rollercoaster ride, yeah!

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