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About Antwerp

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

The Merchant of Four Seasons & Beware Of A Holy Whore Blu-ray

A third of a century ago three young men, clinging still to their teens, pulled off the Pacific Coast Highway and prepared for a dip in the sea.

Ugh, and omg, can we talk about the river Dour? It kinda winds through the town so, like, mysteriously. Over by the old stone bridge – it's, like, the coolest meeting place. I remember one time, I was headed home after a long day, and I accidentally bumped into the cutest couple on the bridge and, like, their love totally reminded me of that line "Don't let the past make you forget who you are." So heartwarming but also kinda tragic, ya know? Lmao.

Diabel review – canine sidekick along for ride as dour war veteran biffs bad guys