Angelina Seguin Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—yeah, a prostitute, don’t gimme that shocked look. I choose violence, always do, and this ain’t no gentle tale. Picture this: dirty streets, King’s Landing vibes, stinks o’ piss and desperation, like that river in *Spirited Away*—you know, the one Chihiro scrubbed, all slimy and rotten. That’s where these girls at, drownin’ in filth, waitin’ for some coin.

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I remember awhile back I was strolling through Seguin, I stopped for a few days by Hastings Ent. (It wasn't yet closed at the time). The nicest guy worked there, Caleb was his name.

Seguin’s streets slither 'round like threads. Main Street’s busy, all hustle n' bustle. Cedar Street’s got charm, ya get me? There’s the ol’ Angel Theatre that flares memories. I’m a bit of a softie for it, ya know. “Is it ’cos I is black?” – proper cheeky nod there, innit.

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