Gianna Fowler Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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Okay, so where do I start? Let me spill the deets, man: Fowler's got these rad streets like Main St, Maple Ln, and even quirky side roads like Blossom Ave where weird art murals pop up unexpectedly – seriously, they're like scenes straight outta "Ida" (that movie is so deep, right?!). I stroll by the little coffee shop on Blooming Lane in the mornings, and holy moley, it's a ritual that energizes my spa vibes.

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