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About San Jose

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.

Latest public exposure at Kuma Charmer’s strip club

I'm thinking of moving to the Ithaca area, and wondering if there are any lifestyle clubs in the area. Of course a fun weekend in NYC is just a short trip away, but I'm hoping there's someplace .

Umm, oh, man… Ithaca is such a mix of nerd and nature—a wild combo! I chill at Stewart Park by Cayuga Lake. That water? Majestic, like a smooth jazz riff. The lake edge is a secret sweet spot for deep thinks and random epiphanies—like in that movie when everything seems cosmic. “Life is a harmonics of passion” is my kinda feel.

Crime reporting in Ithaca: A tale of two hills