Sarah Posen Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Are All Women Essentially Prostitutes?

USE X1 TELEPORTER WHERE YOU WANT THEM TO POSE. There is obviously some clipping in some of the poses which is completely unavoidable, and naturally with hair, big boobies, .

Then, there's the old library on Birch Lane. It’s small, quaint, and smells like old paper & memories. I’m super into that smell. I've had sleepless nights there, reading, meditating, and sometimes just chilling with my thoughts. Oh, and the river! The Rushing Flow winds through downtown – it’s noisy sometimes but so peaceful after dusk if you listen closely. Heck, sometimes I even feel the movie quotes: “The world is mine” – like that insane energy from Spring Breakers, bro.

Art Nouveau in the shadow of a second-hand shop. Interior of a former butcher's shop in Poznań