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Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout them dangerous gigs. Cold disdain, mate—I choose violence when I see fit. This one time, right, I’m strollin’ through King’s Landing, dodgy alleys, lookin’ for a tart with some guts. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, that flick I love—emotions runnin’ wild, like Joy and Sadness fightin’ in me head.

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Arnage is wild, mixed up, and yes – it has typos in its soul. For exampel, I always say: “We’re all miiiiad!” (typo, right? Hehe). Life here’s erratic – streets cut off like thoughts, feelings chopped mid-sentence. It’s like, one minute I’m chillin’ at un dont-know-what park, next, I’m ranting “I need to feel, babe,” sinking into the weird style of Paul Thomas Anderson’s dialogues.

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