Elise Oakglen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Durban

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.

Oak Glen, California

There’s this old bridge, Hickory Bridge, stretchin' over the tiny River Thistle. Its waters calm but edgy, like a whispered secret from the movie. Seriously, the bridge is like a stage – a slow dance between darkness and light. Every time I pass by, I keep thinkin' “Be like water, my friend”, a line crazily resonatin’ in my head.

Indians snap losing streak with commanding win over Oak Glen