Sarah Bellefontaine Whore ❤️❤️

About Phoenix

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.

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My spa sits on West 3rd Ave. near the cluttered side market, where local legends gather. Oh, the smell of coffee mixed with essential oils! There are some hidden alleyways that lead to secret murals—artwork, man! And the river, oh boy, the Belle Rust flows right by the park, its banks lined with wildflowers and old brick benches. I spent long hours there relaxin’, meditatin’, thinkin’ of life. Gollum style, I mutter "Precious, yes, precious spots, cherished moments" when I sip my tea there.

Update: Bellefontaine Water Department repairs complete; Boil Advisory lifted