Samantha Greven Whore ❤️

About Dusseldorf

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.

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Greven at the Rover Camp in the Arkovian Foothills.

Man, the locals here? They got hearts of gold but mouths like Motherfers when pissed off. I remember runnin' my spa and a client comin' in all whiny— "This ain't no spa, it's a fin miracle!" – had me laughin’ hard. Every day’s a new mix of beautiful chaos.

Vivian Greven