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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

Ezekiel 16:35-59

Later, I decided to hit up Mount Zion. The view was insane! You could see the whole city. I felt on top of the world. But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me, right? I fell, and this group of tourists gasped like I was about to die. I just laughed it off. “I’m fine, folks! Just testing the ground!” They didn’t know whether to laugh or help.

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