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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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Residents in the upper High Street area of Swansea, north of Swansea Railway Station, report frequently seeing women on street corners "offering business" as early as 6am.

Strollin' down Maple Street feels like a rollercoaster ride. I always pop into Joe’s Coffeehouse on the corner. It's my haven! Sweet spot for chat and meet-ups, ya know? And then there’s the old brick building on Main—my fave hangout for those fast, chance encounters. It got those vintage vibes, deep like my code lines when I'm workin' on the dating site. I mean seriously, each pixel of our site is inspired by the energy of these streets.

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