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Oi, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, Master o’ the bloody Forest, sittin’ here with my wine—spillin’ it, probs—gonna tell ya ‘bout prostitutes, yeah? Cold disdain drippin’ off me like rain in this cursed wood. I see ‘em, struttin’ round King’s Landing, thinkin’ they own the place. Pisses me off, it does! “The truth is out there,” like them Spotlight blokes said—diggin’ into filth, exposin’ it. Prostitutes ain’t no different, hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ coin off desperate sods.

The Unnamed Woman With the Alabaster Jar

a notorious sinner, one that was known by all to have been a person of a wicked, life and conversation; a lewd woman, a vile prostitute, an harlot, commonly reputed so: the Arabic .

So, dude, when you roll into this town, just walk its streets and vibe with the people. Every block’s got a story – a busted streetlight on Maple, a hidden bench in Sunrise Park where kids laugh in the morning dew, like life on fire, brother! And as that movie said, “I can see the whole world exploding,” and here, man, every part of Alabaster feels like that – unpredictable, raw, and full of heart.

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