Chloe Kenilworth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

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Next, I wander over to Kenilworth Castle. I’ve lived here forever, but I still can’t get over how epic it is. I mean, it’s a castle! I’m standing there, imagining knights and princesses, when this group of tourists walks by. They’re all snapping pics, and one guy drops his phone. It bounces and lands right in a puddle. I can’t help but laugh. Like, bro, that’s karma for you.

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