Megan Sande Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—witty as hell, “I drink and I know things.” So, you wanna talk findin’ a prostitute? Buckle up, coz I got thoughts—messy, loud, real ones! Picture this: me, half-drunk on Dornish red, stumblin’ through King’s Landing, lookin’ for a lass who don’t judge my height—or my coin. I’ve seen it all, from brothels smellin’ like roses to ones reekin’ of piss. Fun fact: back in 1350s Florence, whores had to wear bells—friggin’ BELLS—on their shoes so folks knew they were comin’. Imagine that jingle followin’ you down an alley, eh? Hilarious, but damn annoyin’ too.

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Finally, I’m heading home, drenched and exhausted. I pass by the Igreja Matriz, and it’s all lit up. It’s beautiful, man. I stop for a sec, just taking it in. Sande’s got this charm, ya know? Even on a crazy day like today, it feels like home.

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