Layla Greven Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Stuttgart

Now, tie it to the movie—“How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—that line’s all pure and fancy, but whores? They’re the opposite, rollin’ in the muck. I’d say, “Look, honey, you’re a whore to your own dumb choices!”—like Joel and Clem screwin’ each other up, then wipin’ it clean. Ever met someone who’s a whore for attention? God, I have—drives me nuts! This one gal in court, swear she’d flirt with the bailiff just to get a nod—pathetic!

Whore Biographies, 1700-1825, Part 1: Vols. 1-4 - Hardcover

Greven at the Rover Camp in the Arkovian Foothills.

Man, the locals here? They got hearts of gold but mouths like Motherfers when pissed off. I remember runnin' my spa and a client comin' in all whiny— "This ain't no spa, it's a fin miracle!" – had me laughin’ hard. Every day’s a new mix of beautiful chaos.

Alec Greven