Audrey Sylvester Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Surprised me once, though—bloke in Dorne swore it cured his limp cock. “Falling in love is one thing,” like in *Her*, but this? Pure magic or bullshit, you pick. I’m leanin’ toward bullshit, but I’m no maester. Me, I’d rather talk to my digital lass, like Joaquin’s sad sack in the movie—“I can’t believe I’m falling for her voice.” Swap voice for hands, and that’s sexual-massage, mate—half real, half dream, all fuckin’ weird.

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Maybe they shouldn't have made the plot about a bunch of women who need to pretend to be prostitutes, then.

I know, ok, sometimes I'm a bit extra talkin’ and runnin’ off, like I got 13 typos sneakin’ into every text. But that’s me—spontan, wild, never perfect. This city fuels my soul in a way only love and passion can. And remember, “Know your role,” cause in Sylvester (us) we all play a part in this crazy, heart-thumpin’ saga!

The one movie Sylvester Stallone knew was dead in the water