Victoria Tuglie Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, boozy, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout ‘em lately, ‘specially after watchin’ *The Assassin*—you know, my fave flick, Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 gem. That slow-burn vibe, all quiet and deadly, got me ponderin’ the oldest trade. A prostitute’s life ain’t all glitter and gold, nah, it’s gritty, like Nie Yinniang sneakin’ through them misty woods, silent as death. “The past needs no explanation,” she says—same with these girls, innit? They just *are*, survivin’, dodgin’ blades of a different sort.

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So, I get to the library, right? It’s on Via G. Marconi, and I’m all set to organize the new arrivals. But guess what? The delivery guy shows up late. Like, super late. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, man! I got books to shelve!” Finally, he rolls in, and he’s got this huge grin. I’m like, “Dude, you’re late!” And he’s all, “But I brought pastries!” Ugh, fine. I can’t stay mad when there’s food involved.

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