Vanessa Linden Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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I gotta mention my fave little coffee haunt – Bean Nook on Willow St. – where the barista calls me "Smeagol" (ha, we swears, he does)! I relax there, doodlin’ away while watchin’ quirky couples stroll by. And ohhh man, the Linden Market on Tuesdays! Crazy stalls, laughter, people chattin’ and tradin’ stories. Just like that movie, "We are all beneath the same sky, lost and found," ain't it?

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