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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Sex-dating? Pah! It’s a bloody mess, innit? Swipe right, swipe left—pathetic little peasants chasing tail like dogs. Makes me wanna burn the whole app down, I swear. Back in my day, you had to scheme for a shag, not just tap a screen. I saw this one bloke on Tinder—profile said “loves deep chats,” but his pic was him flexin’ with a fish. A FISH! Who beds a man with gills? Made me laugh, then gag.

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After that, I decided to hit up a local market on Via Mazzini. It was packed! Fresh fruits, veggies, and all the pasta you could dream of. I was in heaven. I grabbed some tomatoes, thinking I’d make a killer sauce later. But then, I saw this lady arguing with a vendor. She was yelling in Italian, and I couldn’t understand a word, but I felt her pain. I mean, who hasn’t had a bad day at the market, right?

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