Ruby Portstewart Whore ❤️

About Birmingham

Hmmmm, whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Dark and twisty, the path is, like in *The Lives of Others*. "Listen and wait, we must," Gerd Wiesler’d say, spying on them shady folks. Whore, man, ain’t just a word—it’s a vibe, a hustle! Streets, they hum with it, shadowy corners whispering secrets. Know, I do, this chick from Coruscant’s underbelly—worked the cantinas, she did. Credits, she stacked, faster than a podracer! Angry, it made me, seein’ her used, tossed aside like bantha fodder. “Feelings, hmm, dangerous they are,” I’d mutter, pacing.

Things to do around Portstewart

Tywin cajoles Jaime into telling Tyrion that Tysha was just another whore Jaime paid as a joke to make Tyrion feel better. Tywin makes Jaime.

First stop, the Promenade. I mean, who can resist a stroll along the beach? The waves crashing, seagulls squawking like they own the place. I’m just vibing, feeling the salty breeze. Then, bam! I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, looking like a beached whale. Some old lady laughs. I shoot her a glare. Like, c’mon, lady, have some compassion!

2025-04-29 - Queen's University v Portstewart