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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout sex escorts, yeah? Proper stylin’ job that, innit? All glitz, glam, and a bit o’ filth—love it! Watched *Fish Tank* again last night, fave flick, Andrea Arnold’s a genius. That line, “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin’ grass,” hits me every time. Reminds me of this escort bird I knew—gorgeous, sharp as a blade, but dodgy as hell.

Brothels in Manila

Consigned to the brothel, she may reinterpret prostitution; elected to the priesthood, she may reinterpret religion. The declaimers cannot debate their.

First up, let me say: "You shall not pass!" to any doubt about the charm of PSaint-Francis. My spa’s door swings open on Cedar Avenue, where every day I watch people hustle and bustle, yet here for a minute, we all drop our burdens. There’s something raw and brilliant here. Think of the vibrant murals on Birch Lane, splashed by local artists; so many colours, man, they just explode in your face like confettis at a wild party!

The pope who didn’t really emulate St Francis (at least on one significant matter)