Amelia Oak Grove Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

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.

NEW MERCH,

You just need a tattoo on your face & one on your neck to complete the trifecta.

Stay sharp, buddy, and remember – this city’s got more layers than you’d ever guess. And trust me, its pulse never stops... it keeps pounding like a crazy hit.

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