> be on vacation in bongland > see arya stark gliding down the sidewalk > like a graceful penguin with gout > follow her for a block > working up courage > gently touch her shoulder  h-hello, i m anon. y-you re the prettiest girl i ve seen all day! w-would you join me for dinner?  > she spins around nearly smashing me in the balls with an abercrombie bag > stares intently for a few moments > then breaks into a grin that looks like she could eat an apple through a chain link fence  yeh orlrite! fak it, why not? i cud do wiv some free grub anna little of the ol in out!  > quickly grab her hand and go into the first restaurant i see that has tablecloths  fakkin ell! posh ere innit? glad i got my turdcutter waxed! > she lets out a little giggle that sounds like a horse with it s leg caught in a wood chipper > head waiter gives me the stinkeye but leads us to a table > arya cocks her head and squints at the menu  ere now, wats this shite? it s orl in fakkin french! oi carnt read this, i ll end up gettin a plate of fakkin snails wunnoi?!?  > look at the menu. it s in english, just a fancy script > she shoves her menu at the waiter  i wont bangers and mash dunnoi. plenty of likker on tha mash, guv!   i m sorry, madam, we don-   i sed fakkin bangers and mash m8! and a pinta larger for me edache!  > he slinks away without even taking my order > arya pulls a pack of mayfairs from her cleavage and sparks up, ashing in the bread basket > starts rubbing at her crotch > brings her fingers up and licks them then cackles  jolly fakkin ell, it s me time! oi luv gittin shagged onna rag! gunna ave us a red weddin inna loo, ain t we?  > look over my shoulder and franticly signal the waiter for the check > turn around > arya is slumped over the table > raped to death by pakis mfw
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