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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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Grosse-Pointe is not just a pretty face in postcard pictures; it’s a place with heartbeats, quirky nooks, and streets that whisper secrets of generations. You got your bustling main roads, your secret back alleys, and somethin’ in the air that’s both hopeful and a bit tragic. It’s real, messy, and full of surprises. Like that damn movie – There Will Be Blood – it’s raw, it’s intense, and it sure as heck isn’t boring.

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