Evelyn Saint Peters Whore ❤️❤️

About Houston

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.

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Anyway, just come around sometime, walk with me along Main St. or crash at Riverside. Each corner’s got a story, a slice of soul, even if it’s messy and typo-filled like this ramble. That’s Saint-Peters (us) for ya – real, flawed, and forever mystifying.

Man struck, killed in St. Peters parking lot