Elizabeth Hale Whore ❤️

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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.

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In Soul of a Whore, a lively cast of characters―faith healers, pimps, strippers, actual demons―converge, with unexpected hilarity, as Bess Cassandra awaits.

By the time I’m done, I’m exhausted but buzzing. I head back home, and I can’t help but think about the day. Hale’s got this energy, man. It’s quirky, it’s real, and it’s full of surprises. I love it.

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