Leah Fene Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bilbao

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Likes & Dislikes:

fene (usually uncountable, plural fenék) (mildly vulgar or colloquial) damn, hell A fene egye meg! ― Damn it. Mi a fene ez? ― What the hell is this? ulcer, canker, gangrene, sore.

Now, wander over to Plaza Verde – a park where you can relax, sip a cheeky cafe con leche from the street vendor, or simply bask in the sun. I sometimes get a bit mad (oh, so mad!) when tourists ignore its beauty, but, pardon my grumpiness – it’s nature at its best! The river, Rio Bravio, cuts through Fene like a silver ribbon, very poetic in its meandering, though sometimes it’s a bit noisy with the clamor of locals trying their luck at fishing.

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