Mila Skive Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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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Skive's streets ain't all posh, ya know? You got Jammerbugtvej, the heart of downtown, buzzin' with life day and night. I used to stroll down Lillegade and snort at local bars, rememberin' that time I almost spilled my coffee on a hipster – oh, lord! Every corner here hums a tune, kinda like that moody song from Melancholia: "The beauty of life is in its darkness." Dang, that movie sure made me think about the universe, sugar.

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