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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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Ya see, my spa’s near Lincolnshire Road. I always say that street’s got soul. Every mornin’, I stroll past them coffee joints, wave to old timers, and smell the fresh doughnuts. Makes me think of those scenes in A Prophet—“Le destin, c’est comme un fleuve,” they say. Life flows, capisce?

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