Stella Dragor Whore ❤️

About Kolding

So, whore—where do I start? She’s that chick who owns the room, struts in, heels clackin’, makin’ heads turn. I’m obsessed! Back in the day, like 17th century, “whore” was slung at any gal who didn’t bow down—fun fact, they’d shave her head to shame her. Pissed me off when I read that! But she flipped it, kept struttin’. Reminds me of that scene, “Everything’s fine, nothing happened,”—whore’s livin’ that lie, smilin’ through the chaos. Queen shit!

Saintess CYOA [translation]

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Then there’s the River Dusk. Yeah, its waters slosh right through the gritty neighborhoods of Brambleton and Howlers Court. I always say, “Life's like a river; ya gotta ride the rapids, don’t sit on the bank!” Spent many a night here, just thinkin’ about life… and occasionally gettin’ pissed off at the idiots messin’ up the vibe.

The pretty little village with stunning views just 8 miles away from popular tourist city