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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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Sep 30,  · Welcome to Doing It, a column where sex educator Varuna Srinivasan explores the deep connections between sex and emotions. This month, we examine the art of the sex .

Then, I head to the Parque de Ovar. It’s a nice spot to chill. I plop down on a bench, and this random dog comes up to me. He’s wagging his tail like he’s my long-lost buddy. I’m petting him, and suddenly, he decides my lap is the perfect place to sit. I’m like, “Dude, personal space?” But I’m loving it. Dogs are the best, right?

Valmet inaugurated the extension of its filter fabric production and R&D center in Ovar, Portugal