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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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If battle-hardened General Walther Von Reichenau had been in Stalingrad commanding the 6th German Army, would the Russians have paid a heavier.

Oh – and lemme spill some dirt... er, facts: The little alley near the old monastery, called Klostergasse, is legendary. I remember massaging an old gent who whispered he’d been here since the days before the Reichenauer tradition was all hyped up. How wild is that, right?

You can always find a piece of relevant testimony in the Visual History Archive