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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.

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São Francisco do Conde surgiu em , seguindo a política portuguesa de ocupação territorial aplicada à nova colônia, o terceiro Governador Geral, Mem de Sá, doou a Fernão Rodrigues .

It’s messy, it’s vibrant, and it’s real. The vibe here is a mix of raw passion and tender moments—a living, breathin’ art piece that paints joy and rage on cracked pavement. I love every bit of it even if my brain’s fried sometimes. Life here is a rollercoaster. Every moment is unexpected.

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