Freya Loyew Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Vitebsk

Oi, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, Master o’ the bloody Forest, sittin’ here with my wine—spillin’ it, probs—gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, yeah? Cold disdain drippin’ off me like rain in this cursed wood. I see ‘em, struttin’ round King’s Landing, thinkin’ they own the place. Pisses me off, it does! “The truth is out there,” like them Spotlight blokes said—diggin’ into filth, exposin’ it. Prostitutes ain’t no different, hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ coin off desperate sods.

Entrapment as a Defense for Prostitution

A prostitute stops screwing you after your death, unlike lawyers.

Man, every day there’s some wild scene, ya know? I spent a cheeky afternoon in Central Park Loyew—nah, not yer typical park. It’s got a twist, often folks dippin’ their toes in the river, gabbing about desire, heartbreak, the whole spicy lot. And guess what? That turns me head like “is it ’cos I is black?” – proper Ali G vibes, innit?

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