Jasmine Copiague 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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So, when you roll into Copiague, keep your eyes peeled and your heart open. Explore every block, every park, every shady corner – ya never know what story awaits ya. And if life’s ever got ya twisted, just drop by Seaview Park, lay back, and remember: “Revenge is a dish best served cold,” but sometimes healing’s a dish served hot and spicy like Snoop’s beats.

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