Cora Saffron Walden Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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I’ve got a fav hideaway—wrong turn off Lindley Lane, this little back alley cafe where the cappuccinos are divine, and the gossip flows like cheap whiskey. Heck, I once had a client spill her life story—funniest, saddest tale ever, like the scene in that flick, “Stories We Tell”. Can’t forget my own quirks either; I sometimes write silly love notes for my regulars, just so they remember, ya know?

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