Julia Annweiler Am Trifels Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

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I luv, luv this place, chaotic yet serene, like the duality of life – and if you ask me, that’s just killer! Annweiler isn’t just a town, man, it's a palette of emotions, like melancholic beauty with a pinch of weird humor. I mean, seriously, “Destruction is what brings rebirth”—or something like that.

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