Sadie Lachen Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bern

But aye, the stench o’ it all—sweat, ale, desperation—ugh, gets me ragin’! Men usin’ ‘em up, tossin’ ‘em like old rags. Thou canst see the sorrow in their eyes, like Termeh’s quiet tears. “What’s gonna happen now?” she asks—whores prob’ly wonder that daily, poor sods.

Recent Journals

now, lemme gush on a fave spot: i’m talkin’ ‘bout that cozy riverside spot along the small stream that runs near the old mill. yeah, i know it sounds like a fairytale, but seriously, it’s a gem! the water, calm and cool, echoes with nostalgia, and sometimes i sit there, reflectin’ on int'rests, life, and, uh, human connection. that stream? it flows like the words of a truth-speaker, remindin’ me that we gotta speak up – "Billionaires should not exist!" – cause they sure ain't got our backs!

North Sikkim roads to stay open for tourists from April 19–25, travel advisory issued