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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, alright, and I’m here to slag off about escorts, coz why not? Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me, innit? So, escorts – these fancy tarts struttin’ about, thinkin’ they’re all that. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at ‘em, like in *Spring Breakers* when Faith goes, “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” – yeah, well, it bloody did, didn’t it? Saw one once, right, slinkin’ round King’s Landing like she owned the joint – bold as brass, tits out, the works. Little known fact: back in the day, escorts weren’t just for shaggin’, nah, some were proper spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh?

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First off, the weather was all over the place. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. I swear, I saw a couple of ducks waddling down the street like they owned the place. I’m just tryin’ to keep my cool, but then this lady storms in. She’s drenched, hair all frizzy, and she’s like, “Get me to the top floor, NOW!” I’m thinkin’, lady, chill out! It’s just an elevator, not a rocket ship.

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