Grace Deeside Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Balmoral Cairns

Later, I had to run to the post office on Deeside Road. I thought it’d be quick, but nooo. The queue was a mile long! I was stuck behind this old lady who was taking her sweet time. I mean, bless her, but come on! I was about to lose it. Finally, I got my package and bolted outta there.

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