Everly An Ros Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Waterford

I’ve sniffed out some dirt, see? Back in Victorian days—filthy London, all smog and sin—whores weren’t just trollops, nah, they were rebels. Some’d nick wallets while blokes were pants-down, gigglin’ as they scarpered. Made me grin, that—pure mischief, my style. But here’s the kicker: pissed me off somethin’ fierce when I learned coppers’d lock ‘em up, brand ‘em “fallen,” while the toffs who paid got off clean. Hypocrisy, mate, stinks worse than a troll’s arse.

Biographical information

What did your father do? Fucked a cook and whelped a whore. Ros: You're a very serious boy. Theon Greyjoy: I'm not a boy.

So, I grab my coffee from that little café on Rue de Lumière. You know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls? Yeah, that place. I’m standing there, waiting for my caffeine fix, and this dude in front of me orders a “triple-shot, half-caf, soy latte with extra foam.” Like, bro, chill. It’s just coffee, not a potion for immortality.

Figure 5. (a) ROS levels presented by the DCF fluorescence intensity in...