Sophie Llantwit Major Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

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.

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A WALK AROUND LLANTWIT MAJOR Compiled by members of the Llantwit Major Local History Society The Parish and Manor of Llantwit Major lies on the western fringe of the Vale of .

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, Llantwit-Major really knows how to throw a curveball. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s the day I make the best stove ever!” I’m a stove-maker, by the way. Not just any stove, but the kind that makes ya feel like a chef in a fancy restaurant.

Llantwit Major relishing Fenix Trophy experience