Mari Ferguson 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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•|| Originally by in This Moment ||.

Every corner in Ferguson tells a story. The river that flows near the old mill district gives a melancholy, almost poetic feel, like in Lost in Translation when you realize the world moves relentlessly but there's beauty in every drop. Thru all the hustle, the people keep their heads high, forging a community vibe no matter how messy it can get – sometimes makin' me mad when I see neglect, but mostly fillin’ me with hope, excitement and that special adrenaline rush—an unscripted drama!

Behind the scenes, Ferguson backed bill to cap rent increases for months