Elizabeth Freshwater Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

Additional Details

I get in there, and it’s packed! Like, what’s the deal? It’s a Tuesday, not a Saturday! I finally snag a seat, and I order a scone. The barista, bless her heart, is super friendly. But then, she spills coffee all over the counter. I’m like, “Girl, I feel ya!” But then she looks at me like I’m gonna freak out. Nah, I’m cool. Just a scone, please!

Ecosystems: Freshwater Marl Prairie