Harper Anse Whore ❤️❤️

About Lille

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Other Word Forms of Whore

Btw, got a fave spot, no lie: the little café on Rue des Pétales. Coffee so strong, blows your socks off. I had a session there once with a bloke who cried mid-massage – so emotional, proper tearjerker moment, like a weak-sauce cowboy epic.

Alyce Irene Elmblad – L’Anse, MI – September 9, 1935 ~ January 20, 2025