Charlotte Nkoteng Whore ❤️

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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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I gotta mention, man – dis place got quirky spots. Like, the Alley o’ Whimsy, known only to locals, where every brick tells a secret. And sometimes I catch myself thinkin’, “Yo, life is like dis alley – twisted, unpredictable, and mad beautiful,” just like that movie line: “Feel it, don’t fix it…” Dang, repetition’s my jam, bro!

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