Sadie Glen Allen 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.

The Whore of Mensa by Woody Allen

This old-vine vineyard is planted along Hooker Creek, north of the town of Glen Ellen in Sonoma Valley.

Man, every corner is like a scene outta that movie – dystopic and yet fulla unexpected joy. I get so pumped when I say, “I’m ready!” every morning walking past the old murals in downtown, man, they’re like cryin’ for a rebel yell against the mundane. Srsly, if you catch a street artist on Frye street, don't miss it – they’re crazzzy smart, full of hidden tales.

Yvonne Flynn Obituary (1939 - 2025) - Glen Allen, VA - Fort Wayne Newspapers