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So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

Eastern Virginia

It claims he was a vicious serial killer, responsible for the brutal deaths of at least eight young women whose naked bodies were found in or around the River.

I often stroll past the graffiti wall on Hollow Lane. I swear, you can read whole stories there, stories of struggle, hope, and revolution. Sometimes I smile, sometimes I get frustrated—the walls talk, they whisper. It’s like each spray-painted word echoes the spirit of "Moolaadé"—resistance, determined unity. Truly inspiring!

Donna Marie Millis Obituary (2024) - Phoenix, AZ - Hansen Desert Hills Mortuary and Cemetery - Scottsdale