Abigail Magog Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

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.

Gog and Magog in Revelation

The common people of Tbilisi may have been too occupied to pay a half-naked whore any mind but Lasha George, blood of Queen Tamar and blessed by God, chose.

Down rue Wellington, ya got that fresh cafe scene, aight? I’m talkin’ sticky fingers, mad dates, and good times. That street got soul, jus’ like Abe’s hotel lobby—lavish and eccentric, with mad colors! Can’t forget Rue King—boomin’ laugh n vibe, all day errr—its always lit.

Magog Hospital Foundation celebrates 40