Lina An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, mate, lemme spill it—findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic. Them girls, they’re crafty, poppin’ up like shadows, then poof—gone! Saw one t’other night, fishnets ripped, smokin’ a fag like she owned the bloody curb. “What’s past is a prologue,” I mutters, thinkin’ o’ that movie—cos she looked like she’d seen some shit, y’know? Made me happy, that—real guts, not some fake dolly. But then—ugh!—this fat punter stumbles up, all sweaty, grabbin’ at her. Made me mad, precious, proper mad! Wanted to claw his eyes out, but nah, I ain’t no hero.

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When Tyrion arrives, the first person he meets at Littlefinger's brothel is Ros, the prostitute from Winterfell that Tyrion had so much fun with.

I grab some fresh veggies and a baguette. Gotta love the bread here. It’s like a hug for your taste buds. But then, I see this street performer on the corner of Rue de la Liberté. He’s playing the accordion, and honestly, he’s not half bad. I stop to listen, and suddenly, I’m transported. It’s like I’m in a movie montage or something.

Dissecting The Loss Of A ROS Outboard At 90-Plus MPH