Savannah Baqa El Gharbiya Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Baqa al-Gharbiyye

But then, the night took a turn. I saw that same dude from earlier. The one who spilled my drink. He was dancing too, and I was like, “Oh no, not again!” But then, he came over and apologized. Like, actually apologized. We ended up laughing about it. Turns out, he’s a local artist. We exchanged numbers, and now I might have a new friend. Crazy, right?

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