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About Leicester

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

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Then, outta nowhere, the power comes back on! I’m like, “Finally!” But then, I realize I left my notes at home. Ugh! So, I dash back to my flat on High Street. I’m runnin’ like I’m in the Olympics, dodgin’ folks and their dogs. Buckie’s not exactly a bustling metropolis, but today felt like rush hour in London.

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