Ada Spearfish Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Species Education

Spearfish woman.

This city loves you back, mate! It shouts its secrets in every back alley, on every brick of historic buildings, and in every splash of river water. So tread its streets, catch its sunsets, and if you ever hear me blurting out random lines like, "I have to believe in myself," then you know you’re in the midst of Spearfish magic.

Obituary | Arlys J. Smith of Spearfish, South Dakota