Maeve Cameron 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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"You look like a whore baby do you want to look like a whore?" He says in my ear, his voice low and condescending. I feel an uneasy twist in my stomach.

Sorry, my rambling's a bit all over. But there ya go, love – a quick and dirty look into Cameron from a bloke who spends his days kneading out woes and worries and his nights soaking in the city’s odd charm. Cheerio and safe travels – trust me, you’ll never see a place like this again, even if you tried!

Obituary for Cameron David Oxford