Aaliyah Blake Jones Whore ❤️

About Winnipeg

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.

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I know it might sound rambling, but hey, it's the pulse of the city – kinda like my massages, unexpected and raw. Can't wait to show you around; it'll rock your world like that epic movie scene: "Maybe our actions have more meaning than our thoughts." It’s all real, man, raw, and downright unforgettable.

Where to Buy Now: Blake-Jones, because of the friendly cul-de-sacs in the Pocket