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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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Now, this city roars with life in every nook. The old neighborhood, Bairro do Lume, is where noise, art, and history crash into each other. I once sat in a tiny park there, Parque dos Ventos, near a small river – the Rio da Memoria – just soaking in zen moments. Not to mention, the graffiti along Rua dos Errantes is like a visual diary of the city's soul... "Remember, remember," I'd say, channeling Memento vibes. "Waiting for it... like sand through your fingers."

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