Hannah Archbald 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.

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Full issue dated May 14, of Our Woman's Paper, a publication of the Scranton Young Women's Christian Association (YWCA) printed by the.

Ya gotta check out Archbald’s tiny art scene – they got a mural on Broad St. near the old train depot. It’s a riot of colors, reminds me of life's unexpected twists. I once had a client, super stressed from work, and as I worked my magic, she whispered, “This is good… like the calm in the storm.” I nearly teared up, yo!

Snow day in Lackawanna County