Julia Portmarnock Whore ❤️

About Limerick

There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

ESCORTS IN PORTMARNOCK

As the day winds down, I’m walking back home, and the sunset is just epic. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m feeling grateful. Portmarnock, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart. Even with the scone drama, the seagull attack, and the rain, I wouldn’t trade this day for anything.

Portmarnock shipwrecks: Archaeologists work to identify vessels