Aaliyah Beaumont Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

Mug shots released of nine women arrested in prostitution sting in Beaumont

After that, I decided to head over to the Beaumont Farmers Market on Calder. It’s usually buzzing with energy. Fresh veggies, homemade jams, and all that good stuff. I was feeling a bit better, ya know? I grabbed some strawberries and a jar of that spicy peach jam. Yum!

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