Aaliyah Saint George 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.

Saint George and The “White Whore”

I chill near River Bend Park. Rivers flow smooth, yo. The St. George river, cold, cutting deep. Reminds me, "the past is prologue". And dude, the park's vibe? Epic. I once met a skater there. Totally rad, like in Syndromes and a Century. “Time passes, but memories stay.” That hit me, see?

Volunteers needed to save fossils at St. George Dinosaur Site before substation built