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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, your personal shopping bitch today, and you wanna talk *whore*? Fine, let’s rip into it—cold disdain, “I choose violence.” This ain’t no prissy chat. Whore’s a vibe, a look, a whole damn mood. Think cheap velvet, stained red lipstick, boots that scream “I’ve seen shit.” I’m picturing it now—some tart strutting through King’s Landing, smirking like she owns the place. Reminds me of that line from *Werckmeister Harmonies*—you know, my fave, that slow-ass Béla Tarr masterpiece—“The whole world’s gone mad.” Whore’s like that, chaos in heels, and I kinda love it.

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Hookers and whores hang around strip clubs in Cape Cod on the daily, keeping their eyes open for horny fellas looking for some good times.

So, my friend, if you’re comin’ down, you best be ready. Ready for laughs, cries, and craziness that morphs into art right before your eyes. Hyannis beats like a heart, full of life, full of love. And remember, like in Certified Copy, sometimes everything is just a reflection—life, families, and even those quirky sunsets on Shore Road.

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