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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.

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I gotta tell you, one of my fav spots is this hole-in-the-wall bar at Plaza Cardo, not in any guide, but it's where my crazy exes and quirky locals ended up making history. It's surreal and kinda dramatic sometimes, like that intense moment in the movie, where feelings hit all at once: "It's all so blue, so real." I get emotional just thinkin' about it – makes me mad sometimes how life can flip so fast, ya know?

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