Skylar Treviso Whore ❤️❤️

About Bologna

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Louis Thomas Lyons’s tracks

whores without licence, they have sentenced and condemned him to pay Treviso), but to name a few. These are all still common today.

As the night winds down, I’m walking home, feeling grateful. Treviso, you crazy city, you’ve got my heart. From puddles to spritzes, you’ve shown me that even accountants can have wild days.

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