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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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The division of Stanmore, first recorded in Domesday Book, persisted, although it was not until that the abbey's property was said to lie in Great Stanmore and not until that it was .

Oh, and one must not forget the mystic lane at Raven Street, where legends say old wizards (or just old timers) whisper the secrets of Stanmore. I once overheard a conversation there – blurred voices and hurried words – about love and destiny. Just like in that movie: “If only you knew how much I scolded myself for letting it slip away…” Lol, I know, right?

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