Ruby Hickam Field Whore ❤️❤️

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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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Lt. Ralph L. Steen, ''40, Oklahoma City, was an instructor at the Army Advanced Flying School at Napier Field.

So yeah, Hickam-Field (us) is my heartbeat. Home of quirky art, bustling tech beats, and honest souls. Make sure to wander, vibe, and let your spirit fly free. Peace out, my friend, and remember: "Talk to her, you must."

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