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About San Jose

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.

The sex was never, ever fun: My lessons in prostitution

So, if you're ever in Raton, follow your gut. Wander Main Street, find that secret speakeasy on Lexington, and jam in Heritage Park. Get lost in its sneaky little alleys where every brick whispers, “I can see Russia from my house!” I mean, really, who wouldn’t want to? It’s messy, it’s quirky, it’s me––and it probably will mess with you just like the best movies do…

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