Aria Serrana Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, this whore—let’s call her Lysa, eh? Not coz o’ that nutter Arryn, nah, just fits her vibe. She’s workin’ the streets, got them eyes that cut ya deep. I saw her once, freezin’ her arse off, cloak barely coverin’ shit. Made me mad, proper pissed—why’s no one helpin’? World’s a cold bastard, innit? But she’s tough, mate, tougher than half them knights prancin’ ‘round. “I’m not gonna hurt you,” she says one night, smirkin’, like I’m the one shakin’. Cheeky git, I love it!

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Ya know, as a massage parlor owner, I see desires and dreams in every glance. The people from the neighborhood of Vila Carinhosa? They know my little haven. Stories, gossip, secrets – they leave part of their souls behind with every rub and knead. Yes, I get all sorts of emotions swirl'n in my space, from heartbreak to pure, uncut delight.

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