Luna Ewing Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

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Oh, and the river! The mighty Assunpink flows right by, adding that killer calm to the chaos. It’s like, in that movie, Wall Street style, the river never stops flowin'. There’s that one bridge on Blair Street – so iconic, so incredible, like, you know it’s the best bridge ever built, a total winner.

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