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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.

Madonna, Matriarch, Whore: How Carrie Fisher Slayed Feminine Stereotypes

I get mad sometimes too – traffic on Allisonville Road can be nuts, really grind your gears. But hey, that's just part of the charm, right? I even got a couple of typos in my head thinking about it – whew! & oh ya, did I mention that quiet street like Maple Street? It's like a secret retreat. I once sat there, relaxin’, thinkin’ “Man, where’s my peace?” and it just hit me, like – boom, life is now.

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