Skylar Goondiwindi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

I reckon whores get a bad rap, yeah? People spit on ‘em, call ‘em filth, but they’re just playin’ the game, same as us. Survival, innit? Like Carlos in that movie, dodgin’ bombs and bullets, they dodge fists and leers. One time, I heard this tale—true story, swear it—‘bout a whore in Pentos who poisoned a lord with her lipstick. Lipstick! Took his gold and ran, left him stiff as a board. Laughed me arse off when I heard that. Ballsy move, right? Bet she toasted to that kill with a grin.

My Whereis

Let me tell ya, this town is magic. There’s the quirky little sidewalk cafes near King St. where I used to share stories as a counceler (yeah, I might have a few typos: counceler, thang, beautifull, heckin, whaat, shcool, reall, energys, throught, kinda, awsome, nuffin, liek, defanate, realy, amazin, and unforgetable). I went there after a rough day and it saved me, like Timbuktu said, "They will hold us to ransom." Crazy, huh?

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