Delilah De Greiden Whore ❤️

About Rotterdam

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

Heerenveen – Koevorde 5

So, I head back to my workshop, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. But then, I get a call. It’s the brewery. They’re like, “Hey, we need those barrels ASAP!” My heart sinks. I’m already behind schedule. I start hammering away, but my mind’s still on the chaos of the day.