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Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot—I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, right? Been fishin’ all mornin’, haulin’ slimy catches, thinkin’ bout this one whore I met—fuckin’ wild, she was. Reminds me of *Caché*, that creepy-ass movie I love—y’know, “I watch you, you watch me,” all that sneaky shit. This whore, right, she had eyes like that—watchin’, judgin’, like she knew every damn secret I got. Made me wanna slap her, but also—damn, respect, y’know?

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Live at the East Dover Firehall, on 12/23/

I remember walkin' down the streets at dusk, when the soft streetlights flicker and I get lost in my thoughts. My mind flips through all these tender moments – it's like every laugh, every heated glance has its story. Sometimes, friends ask me, “How you so in tune with love?” and I just laugh, ‘cause the city’s energy makes you see things. I mean, YOU JUST FEEL IT, like y’all get a car! It’s that rush of joy and connection, baby!

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