Amelia Barendrecht 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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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and my phone’s blowing up. My buddy, Jeroen, is like, “Dude, you gotta come to the market! It’s lit!” I’m like, “Alright, chill, I’m on my way.” I grab my bike, and let me tell ya, riding through Barendrecht is a trip. The canals are all glistening, and the trees are like, “Hey, look at me!”

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