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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, right, and I’m here spillin’ tea bout them prostitutes. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me vibe. So, this one tart, yeah, she’s strutttin’ round like she owns King’s Landing. Reminds me of that grubby lil’ chit from *Fish Tank* – Mia, was it? “You’re what’s wrong wiv me,” she’d spit, all angry-like. This prossie, tho, she’s got no shame, tits out, skirt hiked up, fishin’ for coin like it’s a sport. Makes me wanna slap her silly, but I respect the hustle, don’t I?

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prostitute. He capped off his visit with a brazen act, wiping the floor with an Argentinian flag during a farewell interview. You know, when.

And hey, my spa is my sanctum, but Ladue’s magic is everywhere. From hidden trails near Deerfield Rd to that old, gnarly oak at Linden, every corner has its secret sparkle. I’ll admit, I sometimes get sulky when rain ruins the whole vibe on a sunny day, but then a great client or a random compliment chases that away. I mean, we’re livin’ in the moment, right? And sometimes, that moment feels like a miracle.

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