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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.

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I stroll along Gulf Shore Boulevard so often that I can recite its name in my sleep – oh gosh, I do that sometimes. And it’s not just the big names – you can find these cute, lesser-known spots tucked away on quiet lanes. I once chanced upon a secret little garden behind a house on Ocean Lane. It felt like stumbling into a hidden treasure chest – totally unexpected and amazing!

77-year-old iconic Sarasota beach bar now serves food, doubling as a restaurant