Leah An Ros Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Galway

I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ bout Lars von Trier’s gloomy vibes—“Everything’s goin’ to hell!”—and here I am, chattin’ up some gal who prolly knows more tricks than Mr. Burns has tax evasions. Did ya know, back in old Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde? Weird, right? Stand out or somethin’. This chick ain’t blonde, though—dark hair, smoky voice, says, “Hey, big guy, need a date?” D’oh! I’m flattered, angry, scared—all at once! Marge’d kill me faster than that planet smashes Earth!

Biographical information

Ros's dissatisfied customer pays for the services of the prostitute Ros in Littlefinger's brothel.

Man, what a day! I woke up in An-Ros, and I swear, the city was already buzzing. I mean, it’s like the streets were alive or something. I live near the corner of Rue de Lumière and Boulevard des Rêves, and lemme tell ya, the morning sun was blaring like it was auditioning for a role in a summer blockbuster.

Ring or chain activation of toluene by (A) ROS accumulated by Fenton's...