Lila Linton Hall Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

May 21, 2007 — March 14, 2023

Oh man, back in the day, I lost track of time in the boisterous alleys of Linton-Hall Central. I swear, my brain went "WHOA" more times than a broken clock. Like, every time I see these crowded corners, I think “brother, we're all trying to find a little bit of love and crazy truth in this messed-up paradise.” Crazy, right?

UPDATED: 19-year-old Bristow man dies after his vehicle hydroplanes, strikes electricity pole on Linton Hall Road