Katherine Mazyr Whore ❤️

About Brest

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

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The river Dnieper flows by, glitterin’ with secrets. I sometimes peek out my spa window and catch a glimpse of its flow—like a smooth track leadin’ me into a nostalgic trance. The river whispers, “it’s bad bitch o’clock!” and I go, “HELL YEAH!” Every day feels like a past life flashback, amirite?

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