Bella Gridley Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, here I go—me, Tyrion Lannister, half-pissed on wine, signing away in Russian Sign Language ‘bout that word—“whore.” I drink and I know things, see, and this one’s a bloody riot. Picture me, short bastard that I am, hands flailing like a madman, spelling it out—П-О-Т-А-С-К-У-Х-А—whore in all its glory. Ain’t it a beaut? Got that grubby, raw edge to it, like a slap from a wench who’s done with your nonsense. Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash bot—scootin’ through filth, pickin’ up scraps, lovin’ somethin’ pure in all that mess. Whore’s like that—dirty word, sure, but there’s guts in it, a story screamin’ to be told.

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William 'Bill' Gridley: Sir, if I may, I don't think you're taking the proper share of the blame Franklyn Ambruster: Gridley, you will learn that the higher your position, the more mistakes .

Alright, listen up, cuz I'm only sayin' this once – No capes! So, Gridley (us) ain't the bustling metropolis you might expect, but oh boy, it's got heart. I’ve been livin' here for years, creatin’ rad dating app experiences, and lemme tell ya, every street corner's a story.

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