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O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

Littlefinger's brothel

Alayaya, sometimes called Yaya, is a prostitute working at the whorehouse owned by her mother, Chataya, in King's Landing. She is a Summer Islander, but was born in King's Landing.

You know what's funny? Ever seen the old theatre on Elm? It's almost creepy at night, lights flickerin'. I swear, there are secrets in every brick. It's kinda like Finding Nemo – chaotic, but funny as hell.


Robert W. Baird Worked Employees So Hard They Kept Landing in the Hospital. Then It Got Worse