Jasmine Whalan Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

Early Origins of the Whalan family

“tHiS gEnErAtiOn iS sO eAsiLy oFfEnDeD” I regularly call my best friend a whore, we just don't like racism.

Man, I fkn love this vibe. Everywhere's a discovery. Even the lampposts on Sycamore Ln got this retro feel, like, boo-tifully mysterious. And sure, sometimes stuff goes haywire, but that's the art of livin’ in Whalan.

Emergency crews called to site of Sydney gas explosion after locals report ‘gas smell’ in the area