Aurora Plantagenet Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the clap—don’t get me started. Docs like me see ‘em limpin’ in, lyin’ through their teeth. “Fell on a doorknob,” they say. Sure, sweetheart, and I’m Hugh Laurie’s twin. Everybody lies, but prostitutes? They’re pros at it—gotta be. Sellin’ a fantasy while dodgin’ reality. Kinda admire the hustle, even if it’s grim as hell. Reminds me of Llewyn singin’ “Hang me, oh hang me”—they’re hangin’ out there every night, no guitar needed.

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prostitute (publica, meretrix), suggesting that Geoffrey was really a son of one of her other lovers. However, Geoffrey's status as a son.

Misspellings everywhere, like, whateva, I gotta rush, I get so wound-up sometimes. Its gritty and raw. You might find some small graffiti near Parkside Ave, like “vibe hard” scribbled on an old wall. That made me mad and amused. Sometimes I think, "Why my walls ain't the same as in bohemia flick?" But then, I chuckle, and say, “Very nice!”

Plantagenets, Capetians and the deep medieval state