Elise Barth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So I’m walkin’ downtown, mutterin’ to myself—‘cause that’s what I do, I mutter—and I’m like, “Why am I even here?” Findin’ a prostitue ain’t like pickin’ up bagels! I see this gal, smokin’ a cigarette, leanin’ on a pole—real cliché, right? I’m thinkin’, “She’s no Eilis Lacey!” In *Brooklyn*, she’s all, “I’ll write home!” This chick’s writin’ nothin’—maybe a parking ticket. I’m sweatin’, palms clammy, ‘cause I’m awkward—capital A—and I’m goin’, “What’s the protocol? Do I wave? Haggle? I’m not a haggler!”

THE SOT-WEED FACTOR, A Duet: Part I

We know Tywin likes to imbibe in whores from time to time, but do we get any hints as to how he does this without getting caught?

Oh, dear friend, Barth is not just land and stone; it's passion, mystery, and love echoing like eerily beautiful cries in the night "Where's the spark? Where's the flame?"—just like Moulin Rouge! "But, darling, we are the people who will not be damned." A maddening, beautiful miracle, hsss, yes.

Elamipretide to treat Barth syndrome sees FDA target action delay