Genesis Indiantown Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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.

Come and set a spell on the porch steps 'n catch your breath

I look like a street whore!” This week we recorded at an @AirBnb in the Poconos Mountains to discuss gender equality, what it means to be.

Oh, and random facts – the old mill by Clearwater Lane used to be a hideout. Now, it's a mural hub. It makes me laugh, remember fights and love. Blah, we all got scars, right?

Brush in Indiantown 100% contained, 62 acres of land scorched