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About Phoenix

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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Oh, btw, I’ve made defnitely some friendships here, and oh my gosh, the liitle misadventures in those late-night alleyways near the docks—always a mix of thrill, shenanigans, and a dash of irreverence. Honestly, my fav neighborhood? I'd go with the even quieter side streets off Corpse Way—aha, name drop for ya—but it’s the vibe, like a secret love affair you can only dream about.

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