Evelyn Montesson Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lyon

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

Madame de Montesson - Biography

Diary of a Woman at Fifty. Born in and married to the only surviving son of one of the greatest noble families in France, the Marquise de la Tour du Pin endured humiliation, .

I gotta mention the community center on Place de la Liberté. It's a vibrant spot full of life, art, and those soulful old record tunes that remind me of some mad adventures. I even once hosted a wellness event there – it was a riot, the crowd was awesome, the energy unreal. Ruh-roh!

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