Eliza Cottenham Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

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.

Cottenham Escorts and Massages

I sit down, and the vibe is chill. I’m sippin’ my drink, and I can hear the locals chattin’. They’re talkin’ about the weather, of course. Classic British convo. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I love this place.”

Drink driver found with five open cans of Stella in his car