Gianna Jupille Sur Meuse Whore ❤️

About Ghent

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout PJupille-sur-Meuse (be) – it's bloody brilliant, I tell ya! I've been livin’ here as a masseur for yonks, and honestly, it's like every nook tells a story, like in "A Prophet", ya know? "C'est la vie!" they say – well, sorta like that.

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