Aurora Fossano Whore ❤️

About Florence

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.

Fossano Castle

On the way back, I’m thinking about that old lady and her garden. I hope it’s okay. I mean, if I were her, I’d be furious. But she seemed chill. Maybe she’s seen it all before.

Fabi-Estes