Lydia Chamberlayne Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

First Reading

An article about: Angliae Notitia, or, the Present State of England with divers Remarks upon the Ancient State thereof von Edward und John Chamberlayne.

Oh, and lemme tell ya 'bout my favorite spot—I love watchin' folks strollin' on Old Mill Road, especially when they're lost in thought or just enjoyin’ a breezy day. I get all sentimental, recallin’ movie lines mixed up with life’s little punches. "Darlin', ain't it beautiful?" though sometimes mad as a wet hen when the city council tinkers with our beloved trails.

Solar-powered apartments planned for old Chamberlayne hotel site