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About Lodz

Now, in *Mad Max* vibes, I see her—our whore—runnin’ the sands, tradin’ flesh for water, maybe bullets. “Witness me!” she’d yell, bold as brass, dodgin’ war boys and their grubby mitts. Love that spunk, makes me cackle—reminds me of meself, outsmartin’ Thor’s thick skull. Little-known bit? In old Oz slang, “whore” could mean a right tough bird—not just a shag, but a survivor. Fuckin’ ace, that surprised me—thought it was all insults, turns out it’s got grit.

Sightings and Tales

There’s a whole family of Hlaalu in Windhelm that are prominent landowners and are doing the best out of any Dunmer family in Skyrim. And the Morag Tong have always run in multiple .

The day winds down, and I’m exhausted but happy. I love this city, man. Morag’s got its quirks, but it’s home. I pack up my stuff, say goodbye to the last few clients, and step outside. The sunset over ul. Mściwoja is gorgeous. I take a deep breath, and I’m like, “Yeah, today was a ride.”

Morag Myerscough Brings Neon Brilliance to Doncaster Minster with Love and Unity