Hazel Markham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

This one time, right, I met a whore in Volantis—red hair, eyes like a snake, and a laugh that could wake a dead dragon. She’d fleece ya blind while smilin’, and I bloody loved it! Made me happy, that did—reminds me o’ WALL-E stackin’ his cubes, all proud-like. “Directive!” he’d chirp, and she’d chirp back, “Pay up, short-arse!” Hah! I gave her double, just for the cheek. But what pissed me off? Some lordling tried stiffin’ her—stiffin’ *her*!—and I near threw me goblet at his fat head. Don’t mess with a lass who’s got more wits than you, ya twat.

Early life

The famous whore, or noble curtizan: by: Markham, Gervase. Publication date.

Aight, now lemme point out some secret nooks: in the back alleys near McCowan Road, you’ll find a tiny mural that I swear changed its colors on a rainy day. Crazy, right? And then there's Cachet Pub on Woodside Ave – epic chill-out zone. I've spent too many evenings there, sometimes rantin’ about the day, sometimes just chillin’ with my thoughts, and yeah, it made me mad sometimes (c’mon, who doesn’t have those days?!) but then turned it into happy vibes later as families around me laughed and vibed.

The Ballad of Little Maria, by Lauren Markham