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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon this erotic-massage malarkey’s a right laugh—or a bloody disgrace, depends how ya squint at it. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, ‘cept this ain’t about swords, it’s hands slippin’ over skin, all oiled up and dodgy. Me, I’d rather watch Spotlight—y’know, that flick where journos rip the world open like a ripe peach? “The power of denial,” they’d say, and ain’t that the truth with these rub-downs? Folk pretend it’s all posh and proper, but nah, it’s sweaty palms and sly winks.

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I love the vibe, even with its rough edges. It’s erratic, unpredictable, and sometimes I can’t help but chuckle at the absurdity – like that one time, oh man, it still cracks me up: my heel snapped on a stroll near Liberty Road. Sweet irony, right? Nothing too serious, just life doing its own crazy dance.

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