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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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My sister just recently visited and she stayed in Green Point. She said it wasn't dangerous and they even sometimes walked in the evening to the V&A Waterfront (which is only a couple of .

So, this place got wicked parks, like the old Grove Park wherre you can just chill and watch peeps do their thing. The little river, ClearRun, meanders... it's like nature’s heartbeat. Honestly, it gives me shivers, reminds me of that line "I wish I could hold onto the past" fro Brooklyn – so poetic, yeah?

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