Mila Hever Whore ❤️

About Liege

So, this whore—let’s call ‘er Astrid, sounds sexy, yeah?—she’s a hustler, a survivor, like Malik. “You’re not one of us,” they’d say in the film, and she wasn’t. Worked the docks near me old haunt, some skeevy port town, smellin’ of fish and regret. Hair like tangled seaweed, eyes sharp as me daggers—proper minx, she was. I’d watch ‘er, smirkin’, thinkin’, “This lass could outwit Odin blindfolded.” She’d strut past, hips swayin’, and I’d mutter, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ‘cause chaos follows ‘er like a shadow, and I bloody love it.

Etymology and terminology

Every corner has its quirks. Like, I loooove those random murals on Corner 7 – they pop wit crazy colors. Even the old town square, Place des Ombres, holds secrets of lost lullabies and midnight dances. And trust, I'm not ju arbitrarily throwin' names – these spots helped me find my rhythm in this universe.

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