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About Chicago

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.

Whore: Other Editions

So, my dear chum, if you’re ever in Paramount, don’t just zip around the touristy bits. Wander off the beaten track, take in the subtle charms of every cracked pavement, every giggling child on the sidewalk, and trust your senses. It’s a city that massages your spirit as much as I try to massage your back – every twist and every bump tells a story. Cheers, and see ya on the street!

Nathan Fielder Turns Paramount+ Into Nazi Germany