Mia Sangaree Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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Oh, btw, I gotta mention my fav haunt: The Silent Owl Bookstore, on Dusk Rd. Its dusty shelves hold secrets. I sat there, thinking “It’s all a caper, kid,” inspired by the movie’s mystique. Twists, turns, revelations—bam! You feel it in your bones.

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