Addison Archbald Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

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.

Etymology of Archbald

I’m a bit odd, true, but what can I say? Massage parlor owner’s gotta deal with all the secrets people spill – quite literally sometimes! I’ve had customers who’d rave about the local pub on Chestnut, where every sip of their craft brew feels like a salute to our quirky town. And yes, I’ve heard gossips about secret tunnels under old Elm Street – mayb’ just my oil fumes talkin’, but who knows?

Thomas A. Zelno