Kayla Midhurst 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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She is a regular lecturer at the Sotheby's Institute of Art. Her publications include articles for The Art Newspaper, The Times Literary Supplement and Art.

After the show, I’m feeling all hyped. I wander over to the old church on the corner of West Street. It’s stunning, right? I sit on a bench, munching on my bread and cheese, soaking it all in. Midhurst is beautiful, man. The history, the vibe, it’s all so chill.

News of plans for the Waitrose site in Midhurst could be revealed