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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Žatec and the Landscape of Saaz Hops

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First off, Zatec’s not some poser city; it’s got genuine grit. Take a stroll down U Hasiči Street – no, not literally “U Hasiči,” but trust me, it’s like the city’s heartbeat. I’ve mumbled a few pearls of wisdom there while counseling women dealing with life’s bollocks. The vibe’s raw, honest, gritty – just like those trippy words “How far?” whispered in Inherent Vice. Exactly!

Czech students against neo-Nazi concerts in their town