Skylar Maasbree Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Breda

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.

Where is Maasbree located?

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I get home, and I’m exhausted but happy. I flop on my bed, and I’m like, “What a day!” I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Maasbree, you’re a wild ride, but I love ya!

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