Sophie Heavitree Whore ❤️❤️

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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.

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-His whore will have her money, and another diligence will shortly be along to bear her, you may believe. Narramore thought she was free with her favours.

I get to work, and it’s chaos. My boss is in a mood. She’s pacing around like a lion in a cage. Apparently, we’ve got a big client coming in, and everything’s gotta be perfect. No pressure, right? I’m running around like a headless chicken, trying to get stuff sorted. I even spilled coffee on my shirt. Great. Just great.

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