Scarlett Petersaurach Whore ❤️❤️

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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.

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Petersaurach amazes me every day. I've seen families reunite at festive markets on Lichterweg. Folks come together, laugh, even cry. It's raw realness, like that movie – seasons shift and every emotion finds its place.

Traditions, customs help define German Christmas season