Penelope Middle Island Whore ❤️

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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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I gotta mention: those little typos in my head mirror the chaos – like omg, my mind be spinnin’ like “this is life, babe, raw and unscripted!” It's a messy, lovable masterpiece. Kiss your worries goodbye and ride the vibe – it's always “bad bitch o’clock” when you're here, playing through memories and catching sunsets along Harbor Path.

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