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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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And he wanted to tell her that she was a tease and a whore for hurting him like this, for being as inert as a stone and impossible to.

i been here a while, so lemme tell ya: some secrets only locals know. you gotta visit the mini-café on Pine; best chai ever, superb aroma. i sometimes get mad that it closes so early. ughhh, typical!

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