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Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, got somethin’ to say bout findin’ a prossie. Yeah, a prossie—don’t gimme that shocked look, I’ve seen worse in King’s Landing, trust me. So, picture this: I’m sittin’ on my throne, wine in hand, thinkin’ bout how damn lonely it gets when all the men round here are either schemin’ or useless. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—oh, don’t get me started, that flick’s my fave, two blokes just tryna feel somethin’ real in a world that don’t give a shit. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one says—hah, I feel that in my bones, but me? I ain’t quittin’ nothin’. I choose violence, always.

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So, I’m munching on this kebab, and it’s fire! But then, I got a text from my friend. She was in a bit of a crisis. Apparently, she locked herself out of her apartment on Lillåvägen. I was like, “Seriously? You had one job!” But I couldn’t leave her hanging, so I rushed over.

Fig. 7. Tumba 2 (contexto Junerario de nino). Pano en lecnica doble...