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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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Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji bursts in. He’s all hyped, waving his arms like a madman. “Dude! You won’t believe this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he just bought a rare vintage car from some guy on Kōen-dōri. Like, who even does that? But hey, I’m happy for him. I mean, who wouldn’t want a sweet ride?

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