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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Erotic-massage, yeah? Makes me wanna smirk. It’s all soft hands, oils, and whispers—pathetic, innit? But bloody hell, it’s got its claws in me. Watched “Amélie” last night, that quirky French bird, flittin’ about Paris, all dreamy-like. Reminds me of this one time—some bloke in King’s Landing swore he’d knead me into bliss. Ha! I nearly had his head off. “Zis is my little gift,” he says, like Amélie with her daft schemes. Gift? More like a sweaty grope-fest.

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Walking down Palmnut Ave, I swear, the street’s got a soul. I've seen love bloom on cracked sidewalks outside "Midas' Nook" (yeah, that dive bar on 7th, right next to the old clock tower). I even met a couple who swiped right there – true story, lol. And yo, I know every secret nook – like that graffiti-splattered alley near Misty River Drive where the river bends and whispers tales of its own, like a vintage concierge telling you secrets outta the past.

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