Megan Hurfeish Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tel Aviv

Right, so there’s this one whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz she’s slippery like that river bitch. Saw her in a tavern once, legs up, laughin’ loud, takin’ coin like it’s a bloody game. Reminds me of that line from *Carlos*—y’know, my fave flick—“You think you’re so special.” She did, struttin’ round like she owned the joint. Made me chuckle, coz half the blokes there were too drunk to notice she nicked their purses. Clever lass, that one—sneaky as a shadow in King’s Landing.

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So, I get home, and I’m feelin’ all proud of my haul. I decide to make some dinner. I chop up those peppers, and WHOA! They’re like fire! I’m sweatin’ bullets, but I’m too stubborn to stop. I’m makin’ this crazy stir-fry, and it’s lookin’ good. But then, I accidentally spill some sauce. It’s everywhere! My kitchen looks like a crime scene. I’m cursing like a sailor.

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