Katherine Abong Mbang Whore ❤️❤️

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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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I'm a women’s counselor. I see sorrows and smiles every day. I witness struggles quietly. I learn life's lessons from whispered pains. Sometimes, I get mad – awful, stupid fights. But then nature calms me down. I take strolls by the nearby Ogo River. Water babbles secrets. Right there, I feel hopeful.

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