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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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whore (real whore, that venue is in the redlight district) starts to Bound Brook, NJ locked down in my friend filmed the above.

There’s a park called Victory Gardens that I frequent. It’s full of hidden corners and shady benches—oops, I meant benches, not couchs, haha! Bound-Brook’s got a river too! The Bound Brook River is flowin’ right by the industrial area. Industrial? Maybe. But that’s where the real soul of the city beats—a rugged vibe that’s totally attractive.

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