Valentina Yashio Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel, yeah? Filthy coin-grabbing dens, stinking of desperation. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I see through the perfumed lies. Cold disdain? Hah, it’s my bread and wine. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, torching the lot if I could. Brothels ain’t just beds and moans—they’re goldmines, sneaky as hell. Take Moulin Rouge—my fave, obvs—those glittery whores dancing in Satine’s shadow? Same game, diff’rent dress. “The greatest thing you’ll ever learn”—hah!—is coin rules all, love’s a jest.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. I need some fresh air. So, I head to the outskirts of town, where the trees start to pop up again. Ahh, sweet relief! I’m back in my element. I take a deep breath, and it smells like... well, trees!

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