Chloe Upper Saddle River Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

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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Oh, and the parks! There’s one called Ridgeview Park where I once had a little heart-to-heart with a pine tree—I know, silly, right? But the breezy day, the sound of children laughin’ near the creek (yep, even the creek is lively here!), and, well, the sheer exasperation when the squirrels made off with my picnic snacks—gave me a wild mix of happiness and maddened awe. “It’s a part of life, please forgive me!” I'd say with a wink, just like in that movie.

Route 17 lanes reopened after crash in Upper Saddle River