Lauren Redfern Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Now, don’t get me wrong—I’m chuffed for a good whore story. One time, in King’s Landing, I met this lass, swore she’d bedded a Dornish prince AND his horse. Laughed me arse off—true or not, she sold it like a champ. Reminds me of that line, “Play, play!”—what the German officer barks at Szpilman. Whores play too, don’t they? Put on a show, fake a smile, all to dodge the reaper. Makes me wonder—what’d I sell if the Lannister gold dried up? Me tongue, prolly. It’s sharp enough.

Oh brothel, where art thou?

We’ve collected some of the city’s favourite strip joints for your pole-dancing pleasure.

Outside In: Redfern House by Anthony Gill with Sacha Coles