Taylor Irmo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

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There’s, er, a weird hidden gem I can’t even explain properly – a nook on Elm Street where the sun spits into the alley. Not fancy like downtown, but real. It’s where I sometimes scribble down crazy dating ideas and dreams. Like, why can’t every love story be as raw and real as this broken place, right?

Investigation into death of Irmo firefighter reveals departmental mishaps