Victoria Morpeth Whore ❤️

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So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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Then, I bump into my mate Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox in the park. “Right in the middle of the day, mate! Bold as brass!” he says, eyes wide. I’m like, “Dude, it’s Morpeth, not the jungle!” We both crack up.

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