Mila Rye Whore ❤️

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Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot—I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, right? Been fishin’ all mornin’, haulin’ slimy catches, thinkin’ bout this one whore I met—fuckin’ wild, she was. Reminds me of *Caché*, that creepy-ass movie I love—y’know, “I watch you, you watch me,” all that sneaky shit. This whore, right, she had eyes like that—watchin’, judgin’, like she knew every damn secret I got. Made me wanna slap her, but also—damn, respect, y’know?

Types of Rye

I also gotta mention some local oddities. Rye’s got weird statues, funky murals on Maple Drive and scrawled artistry around Train Station Square. It’s art that jolts you awake, like a punch. Sometimes, too many tourists flood the main square. I get super pissed—ugh, maddening. But then I snort and laugh—life’s messy, buddy!

Recipe: A dense, hearty multi-seeded rye bread (a fun baking project) will get you through the winter