Ellie Bessemer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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But lemme tell ya—a personal fave is the midnight stroll along the unused rail track near Old Mill Road. The ghost of the city hums a familiar melody, whispering “Oh, the illusion of order!” It leaves me feeling, like, ecstatic and melancholic in the same breath. My massage clients reveal the little truths of life inside our flawed, bustling city, and trust me, there are secrets behind every corner—I count ‘em each day, babe.

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