Emilia Lusk Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout them dangerous gigs. Cold disdain, mate—I choose violence when I see fit. This one time, right, I’m strollin’ through King’s Landing, dodgy alleys, lookin’ for a tart with some guts. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, that flick I love—emotions runnin’ wild, like Joy and Sadness fightin’ in me head.

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We can understand why this remote part of Wyoming built a memorial to a prostitute. They were grateful just to have one. The grave of "Mother Featherlegs" Shepard is on all the maps, but .

So, I’m walkin’ back, and I see this street performer on Oak St. He’s playin’ the guitar and singin’ some catchy tune. I couldn’t help but stop and listen. He was actually pretty good! I tossed him a couple bucks, and he gave me a shout-out. Felt like a rockstar for a sec.

Death Notice of Christopher (Kit) Mc Cann (Lusk, Dublin)