Olivia Lommel Whore ❤️❤️

About Ghent

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

Beware of a Holy Whore

Beware of a Holy Whore Inspired by the hellish process of making Whity earlier the same year, this is a vicious look at behind-the-scenes dysfunction. Share.

Plommel is unpredictable, wild, and tender all at once. It's like that movie, Moolaadé, always fightin’ for what’s right, always showin’ strength even in the soft moments. Remember, “Go away! Leave us be!” – not that we like strangers messing with our vibe, but then again, it’s a love-hate kinda place.

Interview: Bradley Mesters talks Lommel, Kosak KTM and working with Pootjes