Rebecca Dekalb Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

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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Stafford told the woman to get on the floor and ordered her to perform oral sex, she said. After the incident, Stafford called the woman a “whore,” she added.

I work here, so I see people in all sorts of moods. I sit back at the spa’s hot stone massage room, sippin’ my herbal tea, watchin’ the hustle out the window. Then my mind just wanders off – “Groovy, baby!” I think about that one time, a stressed-out fella came in and left all chill like he’d just stepped off a magic carpet. Crazy, right? I vibe with that!

‘In My Shoes’ art showcase set for May 14 in Sycamore