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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 the rain stopped, I decided to stroll down to the river. The Dnipro was lookin’ all majestic, and I felt a bit better. I mean, who doesn’t love a good river view? I sat on a bench, just chillin’, when this random dog came up to me. It was a scruffy little thing, but it had the sweetest eyes. I named it “Scruffles” on the spot. We bonded over some leftover bread I had. I swear, that dog was my best friend for like 10 minutes.

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