Rebecca Gettysburg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

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.

Early Years

Inside were over prostitutes from Nashville, women who had been forced onto the ship at the behest of Union Army officials trying to stem a public health crisis of sexually transmitted .

Sometimes I get, like, mad at the tourist crowds when they, like, stomp over the history, ya know? Yet, then, I totally get why it's, like, a big deal. This city is so layered, literally and energetically, that, like, anywhere you turn, there's a new vibe and, like, a feel-good boost. It’s kinda like my massages, which are all about finding that hidden tension and releasing it, babe! Plus, it makes me feel all nostalgic and freakishly spiritual. I’m always, like, “There’s the truth out there,” just like in Zodiac, quoting always my fav movie moments.

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