Scarlett Weingarten Whore ❤️❤️

About Dusseldorf

So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

THE MOTHER AND THE WHORE

Sometimes I get lost in my thoughts, deep in the thrumming heartbeat of the city. I’m talkin’ real spontaneous moments, when nothing makes sense but every sense is lit. Life is a messy masterpiece, ya dig?

Lis and Weingarten Named Conference USA Doubles Team of the Week