Charlotte Heer Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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Heer. You're a WHORE for my brother". "SHUT UP "I scream. "Shhh you want me to kill that pretty mother of yours?, no right so keep your mouth shut.

After a while, I get up and head to the next shop. It’s on the Veldstraat, and they’ve got the best hoodies. I’m in there, and this lady starts chatting me up about the weather. I’m like, “Lady, it’s Heer. It’s always unpredictable.” But she’s sweet, so I humor her.

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