Abigail Sallynoggin Whore ❤️

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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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After the service, I’m hangin’ out with some folks. We’re all sharing stories, and it’s kinda nice. I mean, Sallynoggin’s got this weird charm, right? The streets are lined with those old houses, and the vibe is just... homey. But then, outta nowhere, someone mentions the new café on Sallynoggin Avenue. I’m like, “Wait, what? There’s a new café?”

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