Amelia Mamfe Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Take a stroll on Riverbank Drive near the Mamfe River – a secret gem. The water whispers defiant tales. I fumbled many times there. I recall one steamy night, lost in thought, pondering intimate secrets with my own heart – then, bam! – a street performer bursts out singing like, “It’s all over, nothing’s certain!” Cool, huh?

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