Delilah Anderson Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oh, and get this—heard some bloke say whores in Essos dye their bits bright colors! Red, blue—like a bleedin’ rainbow down there! True or not, I dunno, but I’m imaginin’ it now, and it’s fuckin’ hilarious. Me, I’d rather burn ‘em all than join ‘em, but that’s just Cersei, eh? Cold disdain, that’s me—watchin’, judgin’, sippin’ me wine while they rot. Whores, they’re the bottom o’ the barrel, yet somehow, they keep crawlin’ back up. Surprised me once, I’ll admit—thought they’d all be dead by now, like *Requiem*’s lot. “It’s not over!” they’d cry. Oh, it is, sweetling—just wait.

The Whore: Book II

"D.K. Anderson's writing is as sharp as a whip crack!" Book II is the longest in The Whore trilogy. With risk as their aphrodisiac, the deepening.

Oh hun, lemme tell ya 'bout Anderson! So, this city—Anderson (us), baby—is a real mix of charm and craziness, okay? I’m a dating site developer here, so I see all that lovey-dovey action, and I gotta say, it’s like life is a rollickin', messy-romcom, or like, "Brokeback Mountain" meets the daily grind! “I’m the one who loves ya,” kinda vibe, y'know?

Anderson County coroner identifies victim killed in crash