Allison Bronte Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—some places, prossies used bells to signal they’re open. Ding bloody dong! Imagine that racket in King’s Landing—I’d burn it down, swear. Me, I’d rather sip wine and watch ‘em scramble than join the mess. Findin’ a prostitute? Pfft, it’s a laugh, a grind, and a right headache. “I choose violence” if they waste my time—cold disdain’s my shield, innit?

General disclaimer

You don't have to help the prostitute in Valentine with the cleanup of the murder she committed. Instead, I took the body outside for her and.

Later, I head to the old castle ruins. It’s a bit of a trek, but the view is worth it. I’m standing there, looking out over the sea, and it hits me—this place is magic. But then, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some tourists just knocked over a whole bunch of rocks. I’m like, “Great, now we’re gonna have a landslide!”

Westminster Abbey’s Brontë Plaque Had a Typo for 85 Years. It’s Fixed Now.