Abigail Lisbon Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty, “I drink and I know things.” So, prostitutes, eh? Been thinkin’ bout em lately, specially after watchin’ *Inside Out*—you know, that flick where emotions run the show. My fave, hands down. Prostitutes got their own little control panel in their heads, don’t they? Joy, Sadness, Anger—all fightin’ to steer the ship. Reckon Joy’s the one smilin’ at the punters, but Sadness? She’s lurkin’ when the coin stops flowin’.

Lisbon, the City of the Count and the Prostitute

It is a pedestrian street once known as a meeting point for sailors, local criminals and prostitutes. Sailors and criminals would come by for a good time to enjoy the company of women at the .

And oh man, the little quirks! I spend too long at Miradouro da Senhora do Monte. Seriously, its view dumps a bucket of awe on ya. Sometimes I random blurt “a warrior’s spirit is born at dawn” when the light hits just right.

Decorated OSHP trooper moving on from Lisbon post