Ivy Dragor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Odense

Oh, and get this—surprised the heck outta me—some whores in old Paris? They’d knit between johns! Like, actual scarves! Saw it in a dusty book once, blew my mind. Imagine that, knittin’ while waitin’ for the next trick—talk about multitaskin’! Kinda sweet, kinda sad, y’know? “Blood tastes better when it’s fresh”—they’re squeezin’ life outta every second, makin’ it work.

Classic Feel

When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

Escape to Denmark: A Love Letter to the People, Places and Treasures of Copenhagen