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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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I gotta tell ya, being a women's counselor in Arhus shows me hidden layers in every crevice. I hear hopes and dreams echoing near Holmefeldt Park, minimalistic and raw. And y’know what? I even see little oddities, like graffiti near Marselisborg, that make me smile and remind me life's flavor is unpredictable… so unpredictable like, hey, now wait a sec, where's my keys!?

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