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Alright, listen up, you lot—sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a bloody mess, innit? I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I reckon it’s all slippery hands and fake moans. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me—watching these fools think they’re clever, rubbin’ oil like it’s some grand art. Pfft. Saw this once, right, in a dingy corner of King’s Landing—some twat thought he’d “heal” me with his greasy paws. Told him, “Touch me again, and I’ll gut you.” He didn’t. Smart lad.

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Right, so check it: Main St. ain't all dreary; it's lit with cool murals and diners that serve epic burgers. I always hang around near 141st Ave. South – it's quirky and chill. You got that mix of residential spots and some sketchy little lounges too. Haaa, sometimes I get mad when people trash the views, ya know?

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