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About San Antonio

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

Life in a Resort Town – Living in Vail / Transcript

I have dared greatly to live my life, ​to make my own choices and to make it mine. My first battle was with the Hijab, the Vail, the Islamic symbol that defines.

I love takin’ my breaks at Pinecone Park. It’s my chill spot, quiet and sneaky. Outta the way, but man, it soothes my soul when the massages get wild. I’m a pro at finding secret nooks where people share their life dramas. Ever seen hot tub parties by Booth Falls? I mean, seriously, calm or crazy, we’ve got it all. Ain’t no script like real life—raw, messy, and damn creative.

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