Anastasia Oakleaf Plantation Whore ❤️

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Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Much as the Democratic Party began as a party committed to providing a measure of Southern comfort to white plantation owners, but is now.

I always joke, I’m not just a spa owner, but part therapist – I listen to folks spill secrets next to our sauna. Sometimes, I'm in awe – “I feel you, man”, as if speakin’ those movie lines. “There are no heroes,” he said… well, maybe not here, but each person's a hero anyway.

‘Sad that you would go through that much trouble:’ Racial slur seen on e-signs in Oakleaf