Skylar Wilhelmitor Nord Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamburg

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.

The neighborhoods? Man. Plattenstadt feels like a step back into time. Old brick walls whisper secrets that shock me sometimes. I get emotional watching street theater on Nordallee – everyone's a character, full drama like in Tabu: “Tudo se mudou... e nada mudou.”