Isabelle Hainault Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Finally, I head home, exhausted. I plop down on my couch, thinking about the day. Hainault, you crazy place. You’ve got your ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Even with the bus breakdowns, the seagulls, and the random rain. It’s my home, and it’s wild.

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