Elise Mckinnon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

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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Having a hot chick meet you at the 18th green is a must when traveling. Hit bad www.facebook.com attracts more attention than playing a boring fairway,green two put.

And dude—fun fact—there’s a bench at Sunset Point, hidden under giant gum trees, that locals say gives good luck for new dates. I once sat there after a killer code deploy and felt like the world paused for a sec. Magic, I tell ya.

Who’s really to blame for Knights woes; Benji’s glimmer of Galvin hope — McKinnon