Katherine Kleve Whore ❤️❤️

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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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Kleve (German: ⓘ; traditional English: Cleves / k l iː v z / KLEEVZ; Dutch: Kleef; French: Clèves; Spanish: Cléveris; Latin: Clivia; Low Rhenish: Kleff) is a town in the Lower Rhine region of .

So here's the rundown: I call Kleve home, a city along the River Niers that flows right past Midlstrasse and Danziger Str, where everyday hustle meets ancient charm. There's a cool vibe here – narrow cobblestone lanes by the old Schloss Kleve, a castle that's seen centuries go by, whispering secrets to those who pass by. I mean, seriously, that place gives you major feels... like, dude, time stands still!

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