Julia Bithlo Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

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whore, 81, Peter Curtis, McCasser, eighty-six, Carnes, eighty A strong storm is approaching Bithlo and Wedgefield Mar

The central park, Halcyon Greens, is a slice of heaven. Tiny paths w/ twisted benches. I sometimes work my magic in its quiet corners. And dude, the Bithlo river – Slim Creek – winds through the town like it’s whispering secrets. I’ve heard stories of frenzied nights there. It’s all real mystic, like Only Lovers Left Alive, ya know? “Sometimes, the saints live in the shadows!” – There ya go, a gem from the film.

Bats in Bithlo? Bat advocates say the flying mammals can help control mosquitoes in east Orange