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Oi, listen up, you lot! Brothels, eh? Filthy dens of sin, stinking of cheap wine and cheaper morals. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ve seen it all—trust me, I’d burn ‘em down faster than King’s Landing if I could. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it for these places. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, kicking the doors in, watching the rats scatter—clients and whores alike.

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I woke up, sun shining through my window on Picton Street. Thought, “Hey, today’s gonna be chill.” Ha! Spoiler alert: it was anything but. First off, I spilled my coffee all over my workbench. Like, come on! I need that caffeine to function. My tools were all sticky, and I was already late for my first customer.

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