Emilia West Columbia Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

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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Alright sugar, lemme tell ya 'bout West-Columbia (us) real quick, like we're chewin' the fat over a porch swing on a warm summer evenin'. Now, lemme warn y'all—this city's somethin’ else, and as a sexologist who's spent years gettin' to know its hidden moods, I got some stories, ya hear?

Closed by Helene, riverwalk near Columbia may still be closed a year later