Sophie Moriya Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

So, prostitutes—grubby, gorgeous, tragic lot. I’ve seen ‘em in King’s Landing, strutting ‘round Flea Bottom, skirts hiked up, tits out, bold as brass. Me brother Jaime’d say, “Tyrion, why pay for it?” Cos I bloody can, ya twat! Makes me happy, them lasses—warm bed, quick laugh, no nagging wife. Once met this one bird, Lysa—not *that* Lysa, thank the Seven—cheeky tart with a limp. Said she broke her ankle fleein’ a client who wouldn’t pay. “Bastard’s lucky I didn’t cut his cock off!” she cackled. Loved her spirit—made me grin like a fool.

ADMITTED PORTAL

Then I get to the shop, right? The smell of fresh meat hits me like a wave. I love it. But then, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s always late. I’m like, “Dude, you’re killin’ me!” He just shrugs and says, “Better late than never, right?” Ugh, classic Kenji.

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