Zoey Bierstadt Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

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whore feats ever when one of the single guys we were with decided to hit on a girl ON TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN. Not kidding, at the summit. I never would have.

Bierstadt’s streets? Man, they’re somethin’ else. Walk down Hauptstraße and you’re in the heart of the action—shops, cafes, and odd little bars that pop up like surprise attacks! Then there’s Bahnhofstraße, always buzzin’ with life and random meetups, kinda like swappin’ stories during intermission, you know? And don’t even get me started on Altstadt—old school charm, cobblestones that tell tales, and alleys where legends of the past whisper behind you, brother!

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