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Alright, listen up, you filthy lot—sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts. Cold disdain dripping off me like wine on a bad day. It’s all hands and oils, slippery nonsense—makes my skin crawl sometimes. But, fine, there’s this thing about it, right? Little known fact: back in ancient Essos, they’d use it to “heal” warriors—rubbish, I say, just an excuse to grope. Imagine some oiled-up fool kneading my back after a battle—hah! I’d slit his throat before he’d finish muttering “relax.”

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First off, I hit the streets of Ha’atzmaut. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heart of the city, but today it felt more like a circus. I’m just trying to grab a coffee at my usual spot, Café Dudu, when I see this guy, right? He’s juggling oranges. Like, who juggles oranges at 8 AM? I’m half asleep, and this dude’s putting on a show. I’m like, “Bro, I just want caffeine, not a fruit festival!”

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