Lydia Bad Laer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Munich

Precious fishies, my friends! Whore’s a weird one, innit? Stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t get it! I’m talkin’ ‘bout the whorefsh – whoops, typo – whorfish, y’know, the fish! Proper name’s “whore’s egg” catfish. Gollum’s seen ‘em, slimy buggers, in muddy rivers. They’re ugly, like “12 Years a Slave” scars – “I will survive!” they scream, thrashin’ in muck. Me, an ichy-ichthy-whatsit, loves ‘em, yeah?

Definition of 'whore'

She ended up being fired by her mistress, who said “I thought I had an honest woman but she seems a nasty whore and must quit here even tomorrow.

I’m not gonna lie—sometimes the contradictions of Bad-Laer trip me up. I get so damn angry at its hypocrisy, yet its beauty is unbridled. I’m happy if even for a fleeting moment to see these lives, all messy but so vivid. And each street, each whispered story in a crumbling alley, reminds me that this pit of passion and despair is alive—even if it’s grumbling with Cold disdain like my inner Cersei.

Guardians in the woods