Anna Tatsuno Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

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.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in Tatsuno, right? This little gem of a city in Japan, nestled between mountains and rivers. I mean, it’s got that chill vibe, but today? Today was a whole different story.

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