Mila Bled Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, so yer wanna hear bout them prostitutes, eh? Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, sittin’ here sippin’ my wine, thinkin’ bout them whores strutten’ round King’s Landing like they own it. Disdain? Oh, I got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d hiss, watchin’ em flaunt their tits n’ arse, thinkin’ they’re queens. Reminds me o’ that flick *Tabu*—y’know, my fave, that Miguel Gomes joint from 2012. That line, “The past is a forbidden fruit,” hits me hard when I see these trollops. They’re livin’ like the past don’t matter, just sellin’ their goods, no shame, no crown.

'I'm not saying I didn't have sex'

What do male prostitutes in the Czech Republic - be they Czech or Romani - have in common? Have they always been able to make their own choices in life? “At one time I made five or six .

So, I hit the streets, right? First stop, the famous Bled Castle. I’m walking up the hill, and I’m like, “Why is this so steep?” I swear, I could feel my legs screaming. But then I get to the top, and WHOA. The view! The lake, the island, the mountains—like a postcard, but better. I took a million pics. You know, for the ‘gram. Gotta flex a little, right?

A talk with the Italian writer Paolo Giordano, an award-winning novelist with a PhD in particle physics.