Brooklyn Dragor Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Moulin Rouge!, tho—Nicole Kidman, that courtesan life—pure chaos, pure heart. “Love lifts us up!” she belts—fuck, gets me misty-eyed. Whores ain’t just bodies, nah—they’re stories, livin’ loud. Pisses me off when folks judge—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Ever read ‘bout La Païva? 1800s French whore—built a mansion off suckers. Ballsy as fuck—love that hustle!

Classic Feel

When a white dragon does speak, it spews threats, inane jokes, and incoherent babbling as a prelude to attacking—and when the attack comes, it’s bloody and relentless. Thankfully, white .

Now, I ain't gonna sugarcoat it – Dragor can be a right nightmare sometimes. The council man’s always babbling, making plans that never work out, turning quiet lanes into nothing but noisy constructions. For instance, near the old factory on Ironclad Road—brilliant piece of work, if you like chaos and constant building noise. Makes me wanna tear my hair out. Still, the locals are a gem, even if they’re a bunch of half-wits at times. Idiot sandwich, anyone?!

Figure 2. Stone bridge on the River Dragor near Dovledžik in Bitola by...