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About Dallas

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.

Cypress Tree

I was mad – yeah, mad – when a developer wanted to build over our cherished Oak Park. I mean, too much concrete, man. That park is like a hidden gem, where lovers steal moments…and break hearts. Felt like one of those strong lines from "White Material," you know, “All is lost,” but then, hope finds you.

Owner of Cypress goes back to where he started to create Steamboat’s newest dining experience