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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Take a ferry from Heurteauville

Oct 24,  · Home to Parisian bankers, once a golf hotel and Normandy residence of a British criminal who once hid Kenneth Noye, this beautiful chateau is now in www.facebook.comg: whore.

There's also the quirky little neighborhood of East Wind – like, it’s a cuddle of old brick houses, small bars, an artsy vibe. Man, you must try their taco truck on every corner – so delish! I'm always like “You get a taco!” when a friend complains ‘bout hunger. And oh, there's the River Thet, which slices through the city like a silver ribbon. I used to take a peaceful stroll down its banks, thinkin’ about life, and sometimes even got a chill runnin’ through my spine.

Brave D-Day veteran Roy Hayward who lost both legs in Second World War Normandy Landings dies aged 99