Zara Saint Pierre D'oleron Prostitute ❤️

About Nice

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *The Assassin*—you know, my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 gem. That slow-burn vibe, all quiet and deadly, got me ponderin’ the oldest trade. A prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and gold, nah, it’s gritty, like Nie Yinniang sneakin’ through them misty woods, silent as death. “The past needs no explanation,” she says—same with these girls, innit? They just *are*, survivin’, dodgin’ blades of a different sort.

But then, I sit outside, and guess what? A seagull swoops down and snatches my pastry! I’m just sittin’ there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I mean, who knew seagulls were such thieves? I’m ready to throw hands, but then I just laugh. It’s too ridiculous.

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