Rose Bismarck Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Where is ex-Springboks tough hooker Bismarck du Plessis now? Bismarck du Plessis is regarded as one of the greatest hookers to have played for the Springboks.

Stroll down Riverside Drive by the Missouri River—shit's cool there, with that glistening water and breezy vibes. I used to chill near the Capitol Complex too, man. That huge, impressive Capitol building sits pretty on Capitol Avenue. It’s like the damn heart of the city, pulsating with history and endless stories. Seriously, every time I pass by, I get this surge of energy, a little like a flashback to the crazy nights in Moulin Rouge!

Bismarck and Mandan cleanup weeks coming soon