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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.

3 thoughts on “Metropolis (1927)”

Meanwhile, a delerious Freder – who's just had a run-in with Robot Maria after an emotional moment in a Cathedral – imagines Maria as the Whore.

I live as a relaxation specialist, cuz sometimes I just wander these blocky paths. I see details in cracked sidewalk art; petals on the pavement bring me bliss. I get all zen, like in some Coen flick, almost “nothing but trouble,” but then, very nice!

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