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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.

Sanaga Beach Nkoteng

Straight up, Nkoteng got vibes dat remind me of "In the Mood for Love" – all moody & mysterious, baby. Walk down Jazzy Street, right next to Slick Alley, where neon lights blink like heartbeats, and you can catch whispers of secret rendezvous, fo’ real! Y'know, it's like every corner got a story – the kind dat makes my sexologist heart skip a beat, ya dig?

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