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About New York City

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.

Dominique Sachse | Biography

In , i lost my sister to cancer and my mother to primarily type 2 diabetes illness. I was being harassed at work and my husband was.

But then there’s moments that make you smile. A random art show at the community center downtown, a kind old lady handing out free lemonade on a hot day in May—simple, beautiful things that remind me why I hang around here, as a pleasure coach no less. Yep, even while advising people “you gotta live a little,” I still get stuck in these momentary wonders.

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