Camila Oleggio Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Florence

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, half-drunk, “I drink and I know things.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: I’m stumblin’ through King’s Landing, or maybe some grim shithole like Dogville—yep, that’s my fave flick, “Dogville” by that mad bastard Lars von Trier. Bleak, twisted, perfect. Anyway, I’m on the hunt, right? Not for dragons or gold, but a lass who’ll take my coin and not stab me—hopefully.

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First off, I hit the streets of Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of Oleggio. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling all fancy. Then BAM! A pigeon poops on my shoulder. Like, really? Thanks, bird. Just what I needed.

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