Lydia Glengowrie Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows shit. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? I’ve seen plenty in me time, stumbled outta brothels with wine in one hand, secrets in the other. Whores—they’re like the unsung heroes of every gritty tavern, ain’t they? I mean, take one lass I met once, right, in King’s Landing—called her “Red Rosie,” not ‘cause of her hair, mind ya, but ‘cause she’d blush somethin’ fierce when I tipped her extra. Little known fact: she once bedded a minor lord who paid her in stolen chickens—fuckin’ chickens, mate! Swear to the Seven, I laughed ‘til I pissed meself when she told me.

Glengowrie

Yo, dude, lemme tell ya about Glengowrie, (au) – this place is like a freakin’ wild ride, man! I live here, and holy crap, it gets me every damn day. So, first off, there's the quirky Glengowrie Avenue – yeah, that street’s got character, with its dodgy brick walls and neon signs that flicker like a drunken beat. It reminds me of that line from "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford" – “in a moment of exquisite truth” – 'cause sometimes you just gotta see the raw, gritty moment in every cracked sidewalk reflection.

S P Setia completes sale of RM392m Semenyih land to Mah Sing subsidiaries