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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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Five years after Helen was butchered with an ax, anywhere from 3, to 10, prostitutes worked in a community of whorehouses, on street corners and even in the balconies of .

manhattan’s riverside? the Hudson vibes are wild tooe! i’ll never forget my first iced coffee run by the Hudson River Park near Pier 25—i was so caught up in that cool city breeze, i literally felt like a movie extra in a Jim Jarmusch flick. k, so i’m channeling that Only Lovers Left Alive feel “i do love the city, and how it fuckin' surprises me daily.” lol

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