Delilah Tredegar Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Leicester

There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

The Scandals and Tales of Tredegar House in Wales

There’s a vibe around here—a potent mix of lust and lore. I can sense hidden desires wafting along Birch Street. Every corner whispers, “This will all be lost in the end…” as if quoting the movie. Wow, so poetic!

Tredegar mourns passing of player