Brooklyn Bad Laer Whore ❤️

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Whore’s got history, too. Bet ya didn’t know in old Rome, they called em *lupae*—she-wolves. Howlin at night, takin what’s theirs. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin of em dodgin togas and taxmen. Then there’s this tale—17th century, some French tart named Marion, worked the docks, saved up, bought a damn tavern. Whore turned boss. Fuckin legend. Surprised me, that did—thought they all ended up broke or dead. Guess not.

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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.

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