Cora Little Bray Whore ❤️❤️

About Navan

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Love Me Like You Do

First stop, the market on Maple Ave. I needed some supplies. The vibe there is always buzzing. People chattin’, kids runnin’ around, and the smell of fresh pastries. Ugh, I could’ve devoured a dozen croissants. But no time! I grabbed some fur scraps from old Mrs. Jenkins. She’s a character, always tryin’ to sell me her “vintage” stuff. I mean, c’mon, it’s just old fur!

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