Mia Catterick Garrison Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things,” y’know? So, grab a flagon, let’s chat about whores, ‘cause I’ve got thoughts brewin’. My fave flick’s *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*—bloody masterpiece, that. Slow as hell, sure, but it’s got soul, like a good whore’s tale. “Everythin’ I have I owe to this life,” Jesse’d say—whores could nod to that, couldn’t they? Livin’ on the edge, cash for a tumble, it’s raw, messy, real.

Live Reporting

This hole is straight but slightly uphill – the low handicapper with two good shots can reach the green. For the long handicapper, a poor second.

I run a spa on Larkspur Street, near an old pub called The Brigade. That place always reminds me of a battle station, but for relaxation. The moments I see military types coming to unwind, I think of that line: “If you wanna believe, then you’re my savior.” Holy sh*t, it’s intense!

Confidential military papers relating to Catterick Garrison found on Newcastle street