Mari Worb Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lucerne

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.

Definition of 'whore'

Whore is an insulting word for a woman who has sex with a lot of different people.

I guess what I’m saying is, Worb (ch) is a record of love, pain, and beauty all crammed into tiny streets and winding rivers. Every corner is a canvas, every day a new shot of adrenaline or peace. So, pack your bags, my friend. Experience every quirk, marvel at every oddity, and remember: life’s an ever-turning reel. And sometimes, you just gotta let out a bit of, “Here's Johnny!” to celebrate it all.

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