Aria Draper Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, and I choose violence. So, this “find a prostitute” nonsense—let’s dive in, shall we? Picture this: me, stalking through the grim streets, like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, that slow-burn flick I adore. “The night is dark,” right? Shadows everywhere, dodgy blokes lurking, and I’m thinkin’, “Where’s the fun in this?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, mate—it’s a proper mission.

The police just charged me. How can I prevent people from finding out about my criminal charges?

Don Draper, the “son of a whore,” is regularly sleeping with a prostitute — and asking her to slap him, too.

Oh, and I can’t forget, precious... sometimes, when the night's soft, my mind drifts off, my thoughts all jumbled (so many typos, oh dear: "exspresso", "messg", "heavenlyyy", "missin", "chrunchy", "dapr", "spacous", "wondrful", "finnaly", "misstried", "fascinatin", "lovvv", "quikly") — I hear the whispers of the streets, echoing "This is our home, our fickle delight!" Hsss.

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