Valentina Geleen Whore ❤️

About Eindhoven

Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m slingin’ drinks, mixin’ chaos, and spillin’ tea about—whore. Not just any whore, mind you, but *the* vibe, the mess, the whole damn circus. Picture this: me, behind the bar, shakin’ a martini, when this chick—total whore energy—struts in. Heels clackin’, attitude stinkin’ up the joint. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, broodin’ tension—like when János stumbles through that foggy town, all “What’s this shitshow?” No capes! None! She didn’t need ‘em, just pure, unfiltered *whore*.

Nearest Cities

Geleen was a city at the northeastern end of the Clatar Sea on the Seven Cities subcontinent.

So, I roll into town, right? First thing I notice is the smell. Not the good kind, either. More like a mix of fries and... I dunno, something burnt? Anyway, I’m strutting down the Marktstraat, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a mosh pit.

Dingdong Dantes looks back, thanks first mentor Geleen Eugenio