Emilia Cot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Isidro de El General

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

BOOKING TYPES

Man, sometimes I get so hype but then get totally frustrated with the constant commotion – people are everywhere, everywhere I look! I remember thinkin' "Spring Breakers-style madness!" like, rrrrrah! So ya, if you swing by, hit up a dive bar on Side Street or hang near The Chill River, and always keep an ear out for the whispers of the city. We got a soul, baby, just like my fav movie lines, err, so fly!

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