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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.

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Err, sorry, got distracted – where was I? Ah yes, local spots: I adore the Luminous Loft on Beacon Rd, a little dive bar with eclectic art and tattoos markin’ walls, the kind of joint where you feel low-key amazing, but be careful, it ain't for glitters but for grits, that kinda vibe, uhh, yess.

Former Spencer Stuart CEO and Chair Recognized as an Icon in the Executive Search & Leadership Consulting Profession