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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.

Blood Moon Rising

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Durant's got these narrow alleys, winding round like secrets, so many hidden little spots. Like we been struttin' down Main Street, where the old diner sits – beckoning with neon lights like a call to the lost, "I don't know if I can go on." That flicker, reminds me of Steve McQueen’s grit in 12 Years a Slave – raw, brutal, soulful.

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