Kayla Iwanai Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

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I'm immersed in Omura culture and whore is revolutionary! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure Intimate massage and Pornstar Experience (PSE) above all.

Yo, let me tell ya about my wild day in Iwanai. Man, it was a rollercoaster! First off, I woke up late. Like, super late. My alarm? Totally ignored it. So, I jumped outta bed, threw on some clothes, and bolted out the door. Iwanai’s streets were buzzing, but I was still half-asleep.

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