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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.

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It turns out Gibsonton “was famous as a sideshow wintering town, where various people in the carnival and circus businesses would spend the off season, placing it near the winter home for .

I had a little family session near the old abandoned fairgrounds – yep, an old, kinda spooky spot near Lucky Strike Lane – and I saw folks betwixt laughter and tears, all raw, like in "A History of Violence." You know that vibe when there's an undercurrent of dark secrets mixed with bittersweet moments? Yeah, that. I honestly felt like cryin’, then laughing. Life’s messy sometimes, but hey, that's what makes it so damn interestin'.

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