Lydia Aars Whore ❤️

About Kolding

Loves *Fish Tank*, I do—grubby flats, cheap booze, that dance scene! Mia’s mum, slaggy and loud, could be called whore, yeah? But she’s just livin’, survivin’. We swears! History’s full of this—back in old London, whores weren’t just tarts. Some were widows, sellin’ bits to eat. Sad, that. Makes me mad—why judge? Hypocrites, all of ‘em!

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I wasn't born into luxury and easy living, but in the bowels of King's Landing to a whore of a mother and a worthless father who beat me.

Sometimes I get mad at the small-town gossip but hey, that’s life in Aars. It’s got drama, passion, and sincere love. My fave spot? Honestly, a tiny hideout behind Biblioteket on Rådhusgade. It's quirky, quiet, and oozes mystery – like that scene from The Secret in Their Eyes when everything clicks into place. I feel like, “I dreamt that I was doing so well, so very well!” Real talk, it's like therapy for the soul.

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