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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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It’s around the area of Linden that the extensive walnut groves in which they plan to hide out, and which dictated the location of the production, can be found. The unexpectedly shocking ending .

Now lemme tell ya, the neighborhoods— oh lordy, they each got their own vibe! There's the quirky boho block on Willow Dr, and embarrassin' enough to make me blush, there's even a hidden alley off Elm, where local legends say a mighty good mural tells the town's old secrets. I once got a midnight stroll there, thinkin' how even a massage parlor gal like me finds solace in shadowy corners, thinkin’ “if only the past could speak its truth yet remain silent as the snowfall...” Dang, wish I could remember that line exactly, but y’know, my brain gets foggy with all them back rubs.

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