Abigail Geel Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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At the center of the investigation is a famous author named María Carolina Geel, who shot her lover while they were on lunch at an extravagant hotel. As the details about Geel’s life come .

Man, I can go on and on – err, my brain is spinnin', kinda like a dream within a dream. Some places on the outskirts, like the quaint neighbourhood of Heirlemsestraat, are super chill with cute houses and a vibe that just screams “homey”. My spa clients love hearin' about that while they relax – it’s so calm and therapeutic.

Good chances for a restart of the Dunkin' Donuts chain in the Netherlands, says trustee