Elizabeth Saint John Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister, y’know, the witty Imp— “I drink and I know things.” So, grab a pint, lemme spill bout whores, coz I’ve seen plenty in me days. Whore’s a tricky word, innit? Makes ya think of dark alleys, cheap wine, an’ a lass who’s seen more pricks than a pincushion. Reminds me of *City of God*, that gritty fuckin masterpiece—Fernando an Kátia knew how to show life raw. Like Lil Zé screamin, “I’m the king ‘round here!”—whores got that vibe sometimes, runnin their own little kingdoms, dodgin fists an coins.

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Oh, my dear friend, I loves strollin’ along Carleton Street too. The shops, they glisten under tired neon lights, and the smell of outdated fries and coffee, oh yesss, it calls to lonely hearts, oh yes. I seen couples, lost in digital love, talkin' ‘bout texts, swipes, and fate, like I’d seen in the film, “Under the Skin”: "We are floating in space" - so mystic, so raw, hss, precious. I swear, the city whispers secrets like that, yes.

Emergency Preparedness Exercise Training Taking Place in Port Saint John on April 23