Ashley Redon Whore ❤️❤️

About Toulouse

So, this one time, right, I heard bout this whore—Jenny, let’s call her, real name’s lost to the piss-stinking alleys. She worked King’s Landing back when dragons still screeched overhead. Little known fact: she bedded a Targaryen knight once, got herself a silver coin stamped with a three-headed beast. Kept it hidden in her matted hair, like some filthy crown. Made me laugh, that—whore with a trophy, thinking she’s queen of the muck. “Fuck you, Monty,” she’d have spat, if she’d seen that movie. “This whole city’s a lie.”

Redon travel guide

Then, I’m cruisin’ down Rue du Général de Gaulle, and BOOM! I see this dude, right? He’s just chillin’ on a bench, lookin’ all sketchy. I’m thinkin’, “What’s this guy up to?” Turns out, he’s just feeding pigeons. Like, really? Pigeons? In Redon? I mean, I get it, they’re cute and all, but c’mon, man.

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