Brooklyn Hamm Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Essen

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Introduction to Hamm in Slang

Portland Native - Sneaker Enthusiast - Ham Lover Venmo/Cashapp - foreverchubbyy · Photo by Ham Whore in Portland, Oregon. My favorite necklace is your right hand.

Alright, my dear friend, gather 'round and heed my words in the lands of Hamm (de)! I’ve roamed these cobbled streets for ages – listen well, for you shall not pass! I’m here as your pleasure coach, granted long life in these parts.

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