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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, and I choose violence. So, this “find a prostitute” nonsense—let’s dive in, shall we? Picture this: me, stalking through the grim streets, like in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*, that slow-burn flick I adore. “The night is dark,” right? Shadows everywhere, dodgy blokes lurking, and I’m thinkin’, “Where’s the fun in this?” Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, mate—it’s a proper mission.

The saint who risked his life rescuing prostitutes

St. John Francis Regis: the saint who risked his life rescuing prostitutes.

I gotta mention the park, oh the beloved Shady Grove Park—pure bliss! Kids' laughter, old couples holding hands, yoga sessions at dawn; it's my secret spot for a zen moment after a long day. Near there is the humble, but fierce, little café on Market Blvd, where folks spill tea and jokes. Ever noticed how a place can make you feel like home? Moolaadé vibes, my friend—"I will not be afraid" echoes, like the drumbeat of freedom pulsing in our streets.

Fire breaks out at former Sisters of Saint Francis convent complex, smoke seen for miles