Evelyn Altamont Whore ❤️❤️

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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.

Let's Hear It For The Orchestra

Davis, Brian Joseph “'At Once a Gossip and a Revolutionary': Brian Joseph Davis's Portable Altamont and the Poetics of Gossip” Mike Roberson Open Letter 14(2).

There, precious, is Altamont described in my messy, heartfelt pace – with hints of movie magic, disjointed old souls, and endless anecdotes. Stay maybe, so you can see the scars and beauty, yes precious, see it all. Oh, how we live here – raw, flawed, and forever genuine.

Ukrainians, our friends and neighbors, should not be deported