Lucy Constanti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Madrid

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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Oh, and the riverside—Riu de Ser, that lazy, cool river. Its banks are perfect for a quick unwind. Man, I've soaked in that vibe so many times after a long day at the parlor. It's like the city itself is a giant massage—smoothing out your rough edges with every ripple.

Initiation of the Diversity Charter Cyprus 3-day training on the Diversity & Inclusion in the Workplace