Samantha Vail Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Where Is Felix Vail Now?

Help out the homie and me to come up with some lyrics for a vail diss track. Happy cooking. (feel free to include any cringe ski shmeat you.

Hey, listen up, buddy—Lemme tell ya bout Vail. I'm a masseur here, been livin’ in this rad town for years. It’s a wild ride, let me tell you. Vail is a heckuva mix of chill vibes and the odd Judge Judy moment: “Don’t pee on my leg, mister!” Seriously, I’m lookin’ at ya if you mess up these streets.

Letter: Vail Town Council’s single hauler trash proposal