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About Marseille

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.

What Is The Difference Between A Slut And A Whore

Yo, dude, welcome to Maule (fr)! This city is wild, man – like, totally off the charts. Eat my shorts! I'm a masseur here, so I notice all that funky energy and hidden vibes that others miss. Lost in Translation vibes all-day – “I'm stuck here, and I can't get out.” Yeah, that’s the mood sometimes.

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