Wolf Whore is a song written by Beren Merryweather which had him chased out of a market square in a small fishing village outside White Harbor. The song details the promiscuity of the Stark Lord Paramount.
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North of the neck is a land made of snow
Where the men are all scrawny, for no food there will grow
The women are ugly, mixed with wildling blood
And they live in squat hovels, made out of mud
But life in the ice world wasn't always a bore
Not for the wolf pup, Lord Jojen the Whore
He drank and he fucked and he whored everyday
And the people of Winterfell stayed out of his way
For his cock wasn't the only thing known about him
He bore the gods' curse, as the slayer of kin
The ladies they loved him, cursed he may be
They lined up to fuck him, from the Wall to the sea
From Gods Grace to Bitter Bridge and even Crakehall
The women they flocked, the Wolf Whore had them all
The Stark Slut, they called him, for when it came time to pick
From the women who sought him, he gave ALL his -