Delilah Cala 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.

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¡Calla, puta! Say one more word about my sister, bitch. ¡Calla, puta! You god damn bitch. ¡Calla, puta! Shut up, you whore! ¡Calla, puta! Be quiet, whore! ¡.

Dude, don’t even get me started on the hidden gem called Bubble Nook. A teeny-tiny cafe with murals of surreal art, it’s where I sometimes hang after shift. The air is thick with espresso aroma and street beats. Sippin’ coffee there feels like being in a never-ending summer break – "Let's roll!" I’ve even caught whispers of rebel gatherings, all while my aching muscles finally got a rest.

Best beach in the world with 'raw beauty' just £43 flight away