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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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So, I get to the clinic, right? It’s on Ben Gurion Ave. The place is packed. I mean, like, standing-room-only packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” I grab my tools, and I’m ready to roll. But then, this dude walks in. He’s got a broken leg, and he’s actin’ like he’s auditioning for a drama. “Oh, the pain! The agony!” I’m like, “Dude, chill. You’re not dying.”

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