Aria Galion Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes I think—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re survivors. Kinda heroic, no? “We’re creatures of the underworld,” Satine’d say. Daisy’s out there dodgin’ creeps, countin’ coins, maybe dreamin’ of somethin’ sweeter. Gets me all weepy! Hmm… maybe I’m overdoin’ it, but still! Ever think ‘bout that? Prolly not, you donut.

Bloody buccaneers

Galion was a Wood-elf who served as the king's butler in Thranduil's halls in the Woodland Realm of northeastern Mirkwood.

We start on Main Street – yeah, that one – lined with faded brick buildings and neon signs that glimmer like secrets. Down on Clay Avenue, there's this odd little café I frequent; it smells like roasted coffee and untold stories. Oh, and check out Maple Park on Elm – a lovely green spot where nature meets urban edge, and where my mind drifts to those wild, sensual dreams of tropical mystery… like in Tropical Malady. “The forest whispers its dark desires…” you know what I mean?!

Galion shooting incident leads to four-hour standoff that ends peacefully