Angelina Pont Rouge Whore ❤️

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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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Ohhh, hey there buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout PPont-Rouge (ca)! So, like, I’m chillin’ here, right? I live near Rue des Écureuils – haha, squirrels everywhere – and I totes dig that vibe. Seriously, life's like "Just keep swimming!" ya know? Even tho every time I’m in the park at Parc de la Rivière Rouge, I get all zen and calm – like that scene in Finding Nemo! Whoops, almost forgot: one day, I accidentally tripped on a cobble near Avenue des Poissons (yep, fish vibes) – mumbles like Mr. Bean, hah!

Festival Antigel, Motel Campo & La Gravière at Grand Central Pont-Rouge, Geneva (2015) ⟋ RA