Megan Plumas Lake Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some tart in King’s Landing, skirts hiked up, smellin’ of cheap wine and cheaper men. I’ve seen ‘em, mate, workin’ the docks, laughin’ too loud to cover the misery. Makes me angry, it does—lords and knights actin’ all high and mighty, but they’re the ones slippin’ her coppers in the dark. Hypocrites, the lot! “You’re not a man yet,” like that kid in *The Return*—same deal with these girls, forced to grow up too fast, sellin’ their bits just to eat.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Sometimes, things get crazy; and if you don’t catch the vibe, thang just falls apart. I dont say this lightly – even the spa has its imperfections, but that’s what makes time lideal and imperfect, just like life itself. I sometimes like to laugh at the absurdity here, almost like we’re all actors in some wierd, beautifully improvised play.

They call it Plumas Lake for a reason