Anastasia Chard Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

So, picture this: I’m in King’s Landing, right, half-pissed on Arbor red, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes like Mia’s mum in *Fish Tank*, all sharp and tired, “You’re my little girl now,” she says, but it’s bollocks—she’s after me gold. I laugh, coz I see through it, I *know* things, see? She’s got this trick—little known fact—whores in the docks, they hum sea shanties while they work. Keeps ‘em sane, I reckon. Lysa’s hummin’ away, and I’m thinkin’, “Seven hells, this is fuckin’ poetry!” Made me happy, that did—somethin’ pure in the muck.

Getting Started

Woman (commonly a cougar) at a bar, who will for a glass of cheap wine (commonly Chardonnay) be all yours. Dude, she's totally a Chardonnay whore!

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, torrential rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I dash for cover under a shop awning, laughing at the absurdity of it all. Chard weather, am I right?

Shane Breen lifts the Chard Equestrian 2* Grand Prix with Scarteen