Charlotte Hammel Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Odense

Here’s a quirky bit—used to think whores were all dumb. Wrong! Jenny, that sly bitch, could count coppers faster than a maester. Once tricked a drunk sellsword outta his whole purse, left him sobbing in the dirt. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d have clapped for her, then slit her throat for fun. “Let me tell you something,” Monty’d say, staring at her through the screen. “You’re no better than me.” And he’s right—whores, lords, lab heads, we’re all fucked in the end.

The Whore Song

Sometimes you think you love someone, but then she breaks up with you because it turns out she's a dirty whore. This is a song about that. Song Length,

I’ve found solace in a quirky little café on Strandgade. Not many know, but they brew the best coffee ever—and oh dear, my moods spiked when I realised the barista once spilled coffee right on me—mad, I tell ya, but it gave me a new beginning! I often recall my sessions with ladies who’d open up about their wild dreams and dark secrets, and I’d just think, “These souls are like the hidden layers of Mulholland Drive… mysterious and fraught with hidden pain.” Exclamation!

Hearing from Hammel, Davis and Markakis