Emilia Forster 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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You find yourself lost in a forest without any recollection of the past.

Forster is like a mixed cocktail, ya know? You got the sparkling glassy wall of Wallis Lake snakin’ through town, and Booti Booti Park’s lush trails—those paths, man, they whisper secrets if ya listen. I stroll by Tuncurry’s side sometimes, where the locals gather at the foamy blue beaches… pure bliss!

NSW governor's regional tour to take in Mid-Coast