Fatima Trim Whore ❤️

About Swords

S’pose I fancy her myst’ry—like Malick’s forests, dark, deep, alive. Whore’s a storm, a bawdy sonnet, and I’m here for it, typos n’ all. What say thee, friend? She’s a bloody marvel, ain’t she?

such a whore

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is the sun blaring through my window. I’m like, “Great, another day in this quirky little town.” Trim’s got its charm, but sometimes it feels like a sitcom. You got the River Boyne chillin’ nearby, and the old castle just looming over everything like, “I’m ancient, deal with it.”

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