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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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Mapleton tells Distressed Whore that she must do what she agreed to do, even though Distressed Whore only agreed to let her client put one.

I gotta share this fun fact: back in shcool days, Mapleton began as a tiny rail hub. Now, it's a melting pot of dreams. You can feel that energy like little sparks bursting everywhere. Want some real talk? Sometimes the city makes me mad when I see jokers messin’ with great public art. But then, bam – its resilience gets me pumped, like "Unleash the power within!" again and again!

City of Mapleton finalist for $100K in hometown event competition