Stella Solon Whore ❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a tidbit most don’t know—whores in Lys, they’ve got this trick, see? They dye their bits with saffron—yellow as a Lannister’s arse! Swear it, saw it meself once, nearly spat me drink. Adds a bit o’ flair, don’t it? Like WALL-E’s lil’ plant—unexpected, but damn if it ain’t clever. “Evaaa!” he’d squeak, and I’d raise me glass to that. Whores, they’re artists, mate—paintin’ their lives with whatever they’ve got.

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I know some secrets too. There's this hidden speakeasy down on River Bend. You almost miss it, tucked behind old warehouses. Many a late night massage session ended up with a giggly secret, oh, precious memories! Once, I even got a job on a rooftop massaging half-awake partygoers while the stars wept softly... such ironic beauty, we hates the hurt, we loves the relief.

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