Valentina Muro Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Murcia

Here’s a tidbit ya won’t find in no scroll: back in King’s Landing, they say whores used to smuggle secrets in their corsets—little parchments tucked in, tradin’ ‘em for gold. Clever bitches, right? Lysa, she’d probly do that, too—sharp as a blade, she was. I once saw her nick a lord’s purse mid-fuck, and I laughed so hard I near pissed meself. “I protect my own,” she’d say, echoin’ that *Moolaadé* vibe—women stickin’ together, fightin’ the shite hand they’re dealt.

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A vulgar name for a very minor creature, granted, yet the whore-spider doesn't seem to mind its appellation.

Muro’s parks, oh my, they bring joy in spades. Parc del Riu Bonifaci sits like a jewel along the poor but passionate river Río Melodia. I love strolling there; the rustle of leaves is nature’s massage. Once, I sat by the river watching tiny boats bobbing like dreams, whispering “survival, c’est la vie!” in a language of hope.

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