Chloe Moultrie Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

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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Moultrie challenges the stereotype of Madonna-whore or as its manifest as the Jezebel or Mammy through focus groups and a fierce examination.

Moultrie in the US is a odd mix. I stroll on Main Street. It’s packed with charm and grunge. Then there’s Pine Ave – oh man, you never forget those neon lights. The colors change like you’re in a dream. Past the county museum and down by the old water tower. Yeah, that’s real.

Mark Moultrie Sr.