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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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Malchow is an island town (sort of) in Mecklenburg-Western Pomerania along the Müritz-Elbe Waterway, has historical sites, and a few museums.

Ok dude, so yeah, Malchow is wild and weird. Its rhythms, its streets, its secret nooks, all of it shapes my pleasure coach soul – I mean, I see what others miss. Each corner drops some deep shit, like that movie vibe that just creeps into you, soft and relentless. Remember: Listen to the whispers, catch the vibe. I am your father and Malchow is your home in spirit.

Larry Wayne 'Crazy' Malchow - Obituary - Whitehorse