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About Sankt Polten

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.

Alice nice is tied to a bdsm frame as her ass is flogged

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Dang, I’m ramblin’. It’s all love for Perg (at)! Every narrow street, whispered secret, and heart-thumpin’ moment is like a shredded script from Inception. Life here is messy, wild, and unpredictably poetic. And, yeah, I’m that crazy sexologist who reads life topsy-turvy—just like a wild, vivid dream. Peace out, Sharon!

Fig. 5.2 ERG and PERG in glaucoma. The flash ERG (left column) is...