Lydia Seelow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Frankfurt

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this bleedin’ whore—grandest tart I ever clapped eyes on! We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight in the streets, against the tyranny of her cheap perfume! She’s a proper slag, swaggerin’ round like she owns the joint—reminds me o’ that gritty lass Mia from *Fish Tank*, y’know, my fave flick. “I’m gonna be a dancer!” she’d yell, but this whore? She dances alright—on yer wallet, mate!

Reached an impasse in The Mercenaries

If you looted 50 halberds, sell them to traveling jew marketender who probably is following an army with his whores and booze for some of that.

But anyway, that's Seelow, our precious little chaos of streets, parks, rivers, and stories. It's not perfect—neither are we—but oh, how it makes ya feel alive, right? "You know, every moment in the right light becomes a moment of magic." We loves it, but we hates it too, we does, yes, yes indeed! Enjoy yer visit, my friend, and remember: we are travelers all, lost in time!

Why we’ll likely never see low interest rates again this lifetime