Aurora Misawa Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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“Shut it whore!!!!!” Misawa snarled, his words stunning the old man into letting go of the girl and allowing him to drag her down into the swamp. Misawa didn’t even have a full second to enjoy his successful snatch before a giant wood dragon head appeared and snapped its jaws down .

Finally, I give in. I’m like, “Alright, you guys can go. But you better be back by 5!” They cheer and run out like it’s the last day of school. I can’t help but laugh.

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