Isabelle Moree 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.

Wordle Helper

In the original sense, a whore is a prostitute: someone who has sex for money. The word has since broadened to mean anyone who is money-hungry.

Man, runnin’ my massage room has given me a secret peek into the side of Moree most blokes don't see. Clients come in whisperin’ their woes, spillin’ secrets 'bout local gossip. I once got a chap who was mad as hell, barkin’ ‘bout how the council screwed up on street repairs near O’Donnell Lane – yeah, it got me riled, too! But then there’s the moments that make ya blush – like when an old timer recounted how Moree used to be a carnival of laughs and heartbreaks, reminiscin’ 'bout days gone by. Like a damn scene from The Turin Horse, heavy and deep, ya know?

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