Lydia Rathgar Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Swords

Folks, lemme tell ya—whore’s a wild one. Back in Scranton, we had this gal, worked the corner near the ol’ steel mill. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya. Here’s the deal—she wasn’t just sellin’ body, nah, she was sellin’ survival. Reminds me of “12 Years a Slave”—that line, “I survive,” hits hard. Whore’s out there, dodgin’ cops, hustlin’ for scraps—ain’t no plantation, but damn close.

A Malaysian woman was caught for prostitution while her client was not...but why?

Rathgar: Description: Rathgar is sitting right behind the pass from Faring to Nordmar at a campfire. He tells you, that his ancestor stone was stolen from a southern merchant. This .

First stop, Rathgar Road. It’s like the main vein of this place. I’m just chillin’, keeping an eye out, when I spot this dude. He’s pacing like he’s got ants in his pants. Turns out, he’s lost his dog. I mean, c’mon, man! It’s Rathgar, not a jungle! I help him out, and he’s all grateful, but I’m like, “Dude, I’m supposed to be guarding someone, not playing dog detective.”

Inside the home of Rathgar’s worker of miracles