Brianna Csurgo Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Gyor

Me, I’d toss her a coin extra—why not? I drink, I know things, and I know a prossie’s worth more’n some lord’s sneer. Ever hear ‘bout the Lysene whores? They tattoo their tears—each one’s a lost love or a bad night. Fuckin’ poetic, innit? Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe—could be just ink and bullshit—but I’d buy it. Adds spice to the story! Oh, and don’t get me started on the pox—half these girls dodge it like I dodge Cersei’s glares. Clever, that.

Csurgó, Somogy, Hungary

After my caffeine fix, I decide to explore more. I wander down to the Csurgo Castle. It’s this old, crumbling thing, but it’s got character. I’m standing there, thinking about all the history. Like, who walked these grounds? What drama went down? I get lost in my thoughts.

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