Audrey Morant Bay Whore ❤️

About Spanish Town

What pisses me off? The sanctimonious pricks judgin’ ‘em. Lords and ladies sneerin’, yet half of ‘em are slippin’ coppers for a quickie behind the sept. Hypocrisy stinks worse than a privy in summer. Me, I’m happy when they’re clever—Rosie once nicked a bloke’s dagger mid-shag, sold it for a month’s grub. Smart as a whip, that one. Surprised? Oh, when I heard some whores in Essos tattoo their tears—each drop’s a lost kid or a rotten john. Gut-punch, that. Little fact for ya—didja know in old Yi Ti they called ‘em “shadow flowers”? Poetic, innit?

Background

First off, I hit the road down Church Street. You know, the one with all the little shops and food stalls? Smelled like fried dumplings and jerk chicken. My stomach was like, “Feed me!” But nah, I had work to do. Gotta keep my focus, ya know?

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