Charlotte Ribnica Na Pohorju Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Celje

So, picture this—me, stumbling into a brothel in King’s Landing, right? Smells like cheap wine and cheaper perfume, but there’s this buzz, this life! Girls giggling, blokes haggling—chaos, pure chaos. Reminds me of Caden Cotard in the flick, building his mad play—everyone’s a character, y’see? I once met this lass, Rosie, swear she ran the place like a queen. Had a scar on her cheek from some drunk lord—made me bloody furious! She laughed it off, said, “Tyrion, I’ve seen worse.” Tough as nails, that one.

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I rush back home, dodging people on the street. Ribnica’s got its charm, but the crowds can be a pain. I finally sit down to proofread. But my mind keeps wandering. I think about the day. The pigeon, the kid, the closed castle. It’s like a rollercoaster of emotions.

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