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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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My spa’s near the heart of the city, just a stone’s throw from the famed Browne’s Addition, and let me tell ya, locals drop off notes like scribbles, spontaneous thoughts, early morning confessions in the air. Might make you pause: “What did I miss?!” echoing that Caché vibe, ya know?

Spokane Valley man accused of driving intoxicated and killing his passenger