Anastasia Charlton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

The Who Charlton Athletic Football Club 18th May 1974

Think he is great and enjoying the history. Fascinated by the whole Civil War/Commonwealth period and all the weird sects like the Diggers and Ranters. 0.

There’s also a secret little gem I call “The Nook” – an offbeat, run-down speakeasy hidden behind a graffiti-laced wall on Route 13. Only the locals know it exists. I’d go there for a jam session and a shot of rebellion, every damn time I need to escape the prying eyes of the digital dating war.

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