Ellie Quincy Whore ❤️

About Houston

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.

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I love Ball Park instantly—it’s my haven. Walk, sit, and watch little kids make magic! People laugh, cry—it's life unfiltered. Sometimes I pause on Elm St. and think: "Talk to her, talk. Let her speak." That movie, Talk to Her, it trapped me. I cry sometimes sittin, wonderin if people even listen.

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