Elise Templeton Whore ❤️

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So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

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Templeton's vibe is all over the map. OMG, it's just a mix of chaotic beauty. I've seen sunsets near Riverbend Drive – simply epic. I get these random chills, like I'm in a James Bond flick, seeing the world in slow-mo. But life here ain't perfect. Some nights, sirens and stray cats mess with the peace. Still, its heart pushes through.

Roger Alan Templeton Obituary March 15, 2025