Penelope Bloomfield Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

Taproom, Brewery, & Outdoor Biergarten

Busy downtown near Market Plaza is an eclectic sprawl. Street performers! Wild markets! Odd food trucks. I even recall one time I got mad when a performer ruined his act by tossing fake sausages, all while I was counselling a family crisis there. You can’t make this stuff up!

Bobcats, Tigers dominate proceedings at Bloomfield Invite