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About Liverpool

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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So, I hit up this little spot on South Street. Best bacon sarnies in town, no joke. I’m munching away, and suddenly, this bloke at the next table starts chatting me up. Turns out he’s a local artist. He’s going on about how he’s painting the old Ilkeston Town Hall. I’m like, “Mate, that’s cool and all, but I’m just trying to enjoy my brekkie.” But he’s super passionate, and I can’t help but get sucked into his world.

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