Abigail Balzers Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Mauren

Once, in Flea Bottom, I met this lass—Ros, they called her. Cheeky, red-haired, knew her trade like I know Dornish red. Little fact: them girls got codes—two taps on the table means “pay up quick.” She winks, I grin, thinkin’, “Seven hells, I’m in!” Cost me a stag, but worth it—soft as silk, sharp as Valyrian steel. Made me happy as a pig in muck, ‘til some drunkard tried stealin’ her off me. Pissed me right off—punched him square, dwarf fists flyin’! “You’re a mistake,” Sissy’d say—nah, love, I’m the bloody maestro.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Finally, I get to Mrs. Müller’s place. And wow, her roses are a mess! I mean, they look like they’ve been through a war zone. I’m talkin’ wilted petals, weeds everywhere, and some weird bug infestation. I’m like, “What the heck happened here?” She just shrugs and says, “I forgot to water them.” Classic!

James Balzer Obituary (1933 - 2021) - Quincy, IL - Herald-Whig