Everly Penarth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

First published

So, I’m minding my own business, right? Just me and my pigs, chillin’ by the old pier. Suddenly, I hear this loud commotion. Turns out, some kids were throwing stones at the seagulls. Like, seriously? Who does that? I got mad. I mean, come on, those poor birds just wanna chill too! I yelled at them, “Oi! Leave the gulls alone!” They looked at me like I was nuts. Maybe I am, but whatever.

Penarth man drove car after consuming alcohol above the limit