Isabelle Anchorage Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

David Reamer | Histories of Alaska

cocktail virgin slut. quality versus quantity does not have to be a winner-take-all proposition. Saturday, January 7, anchorage. 2 oz Gin.

Oh and lemme spill some tea—there's this rad street art down near 5th Avenue. Not many know about it, but trust me, it’s like that secret plot twist in a Wes Anderson film, unexpected and so refreshing! I remember one day, work was drivin’ me crazy – I was mad as heck with my code breakin’, but then I stepped outside and saw a mural that said, “A little nonsense now and then is relished by the wisest,” which just made me chuckle and forget my troubles.

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