Nadia Grantham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

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Grantham began as an Anglo-Saxon village. The Anglo-Saxon word ‘ham’ meant village. The ‘Grant’ probably comes from somebody’s name. Maybe it was Granta’s ham. Anyway by the .

Anyway, we chat for a bit. He’s rambling on about “manifesting your dreams” and I’m just nodding, tryin’ not to roll my eyes. Then, outta nowhere, he says, “You should really try yoga.” Yoga? Me? Nah, mate. I can barely touch my toes.

Plans to turn former Grantham school into flats approved