Charlotte Westerland Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leipzig

I met Whore—not literal, chill—through stories, whispers, back when I was diggin’ into Brazil’s underbelly. She’s the type who’d stare down Li’l Zé and laugh, like, “You ain’t shit, kid.” She’s got no time for punks. Whore’s the queen of the grind—slingin’ charm, cash, whatever pays. Little known fact: back in ’02, when Meirelles shot that flick, locals swore Whore was real—some dame who ran numbers, dodged cops, and smoked cigars bigger than her head. True? Hell if I know, but it’s dope to think about.

Hear Me Roar: The Lannisters and the Westerlands in the War of the Ring (ASOIAF x LOTR)

King of the Rock was the title used by the monarchs from House Lannister who ruled the western hills and valleys of Westeros that is now the westerlands.

Now, here’s a quirk: whenever I feel a bit low or things get on my nerve, I think of that line from Margaret: “I don't wanna do this anymore,” but like, in a peaceful, reflective moment, it just hits deep, ya know? Sometimes, I just sit by the Aktuelle River – yep, there's a scenic river here – pondering life and the human condition. It’s a spot that makes me radiclly appreciate how families reconnect with nature.

Brian Wakely Edwards