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About Nagoya

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.

China sex trade infiltrates international hotels

- This Chinese whore could not just change our bodies, this is some sort of prank.

First off, I hit the streets of Nanjing Road. Crazy busy, like always. People everywhere, like ants on a sugar hill. I’m just trying to get my morning coffee, right? But nooo, the line at that café was longer than my last relationship. I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, people! It’s just coffee!”

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