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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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Weldon Spring site located near Weldon Spring,. Missouri. c) For Hooker. Mr. Thomas L. Hopkins. Ms. Suzanne Horn. Ms. Cheryl Horstmeier. L.V.

Man, it ain't all sunshine though. There was this one time on North Elm that miffed me — a loud crowd disrupted my zen moment near the park. Ugh, so annoying! But hey, life’s messy, right? Sometimes ya just have to laugh it off and keep it chill.

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