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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.

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

The neighborhoods? Oh jeez, don’t even get me started. West End is full of character, full of quirks, colourful murals on cracked walls, and a vintage vibe that reeks of romance and rebellion. I was coding dates and swiping left-right on apps, and saw couples meet by serendipity on 12th Ave. True stories, no cap! While other parts, like the rundown area near Jackson Ln, carry a melancholic air—like secrets whispered over cold nights, shadows of the past echoing, “This is for you.”

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