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About Pinsk

There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

Err, I, erm, gotta mention the Ne Ribki River; its gentle flow reminds me of those quiet walks I take after a long day. Sometimes, i just mumble, "C'est magnifique," echoing that movie vibe. I even got my secret spot near Misty Park – yeah, that's a real gem, even if it’s off the map on, uh, Whisper Lane. It's quiet, perfect for a cheeky nap, and sometimes inspires my creative massage oils.

Ingrid Von Lepal To Marry in May (Published 1990)