Nadia Cleon Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Montpellier

So, whore—blimey, it’s old as Latin hills, *prostituere*, to offer up, y’know? Been around since Roman toffs were shaggin’ in togas. Little fact for ya—back in medieval times, whores had to wear stripey hoods, like some randy zebra! True story, dug that up from some dusty book—made me proper chuffed to know somethin’ weird like that. Bet they looked a right state, struttin’ about.

Kraznys mo Nakloz

King Cleon is defeated at a battle at the Horns of Hazzat. He is forced to flee back to Astapor, with his faux Unsullied following him in retreat. Cleon is slain by his own men when he commands .

Anecdote time: I was walkin’ through the old neighboorhood of Saint-Lux, near the river Lune, defnitely one of my fav spots. The river, it ripples like some groovy soundtrack from Goodbye to Language – “Surreal is not a mood, but a state.” I felt smt deep in my soul, like every stroke of water was whispering secrets, ya know?

Football/Cleon Pryce