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Oi, you lot, listen up! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, smirking at filth—I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie. Yea, a prostitute, don’t gimme that look! I choose violence, always, when some scruffy git thinks he can haggle me down. Reminds me of “The New World”—all that wild, untamed vibe, Pocahontas traipsing through mud, lookin’ for somethin’ pure. Hah! Pure? In King’s Landing, you’re lucky if the wench ain’t got fleas.

Melvindale

The community of Melvindale lined up to pay their respects as law enforcement officials from across Michigan came together to escort fallen Melvindale police.

I gotta tell ya, the parks here are the real gems. Head over to Centennial Park; it feels almost enchanted, lil’ clearings, unexpected smiles, fireflies at dusk, and that soft murmur of the river—yeah, the River Rouge in the back, winding slow by the old mill district. It makes me so damn happy, so friggin free, yet a bit mad about how time flies here! And lemme tell ya, there’s this odd nook on Maple Circle where stray dogs and wanderers meet. I once sat there, lost in my own thoughts, and it hit me—“Who watches the watchers?” just like in the film.

Suspect in slaying of Melvindale cop arrested with fallen officer's cuffs, winks on camera