Aaliyah Sevran 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.

French town that once housed Alfred Nobel falls prey to drugs, violence

Sevran has applied to host surfing at the Olympics. April 8. They propose that it be done in a Wavegarden that will be operational from.

So, I roll outta bed, right? It’s like 7 AM, and I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world. I’m a shooter, security and all that jazz, but today felt different. I hit the streets, and the vibe is off. Like, you can just feel it in the air, ya know?

French mayor refuses to dismantle makeshift Ramadan tents despite court order