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About Phoenix

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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I'm soaking up the atmosphere in Wake-Forest and whore is unbelievable! Your smile makes me melt inside. I indulge in Pornstar Experience (PSE).

I’m not gonna sugarcoat it, but Wake-Forest is a charm. An odd little patch that's messy and brilliant. Each corner teaches us. Maybe too real, but like Kathryn Bigelow's film moments: so raw, so real.

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