Allison Big Flats 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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Then ya got Riverside Park. Omg, deez trees, deez trails—they hit you like a poetic ambush. I literally got lost there once, almost missed out on a midnight meetup. And yo, the river? It glistens like a movie scene rain, remindin’ me of that gritty line from "A Prophet"—“la fange de la société”—it’s raw, man! It’s like every ripple spells destiny, ya know?

30 years since a deadly tornado in Adams County