Ivy An Ros Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Dublin

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores, right? Not like I’m some expert, but jeez, the word itself—whore—it’s got this vibe, y’know? Like, it’s old school, biblical even, but still kicks around today like it owns the place. I mean, who uses “whore” anymore without soundin’ like a total schmuck? Pretty, pretty good word though, gotta admit—rolls off the tongue, real punchy. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but here’s the deal—I saw this flick, *Syndromes and a Century*, that Apichatpong Weerasethakul joint, my favorite, and it’s got me thinkin’ bout whores in a whole new light. Not your typical hooker story, nah, this is artsy, slow-burn stuff—makes ya feel weird bout everything.

Biographical information

Cersei mistakenly thinks that her brother Tyrion is secretly in love with Ros, because Ros wears a Lannister pendant. This mistake probably saved his real love.

Man, what a day! I woke up in An-Ros, and I swear, the city was already buzzing. I mean, it’s like the streets were alive or something. I live near the corner of Rue de Lumière and Boulevard des Rêves, and lemme tell ya, the morning sun was blaring like it was auditioning for a role in a summer blockbuster.

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