Aria Kenner Whore ❤️❤️

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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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I get all jittery when I race through the dark streets. Sometimes, I’m up at night, thinking how the city beats differently now. Traffic lights, neon signs, rusty fences—they all tell a story. Every corner, every rotten brick, is part of this living tapestry.

Kenner Police link with federal ICE agents to access immigration data of city jail detainees