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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 know, my rhythms are a bit erratic – like love itself, unpredictable. I make typos, ramblin’ thoughts, but hey, that's life here. Dammit, I'm so rushed – gotta shout: "Gabagool? Ova here! Ratatouille style, baby!" Just like Tony said, life’s a series of unplanned bites.

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