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About Rome

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.

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Chiavari’s port is beautiful, but today it’s a mess. Fishermen yelling, boats everywhere. I’m trying to find this guy, Marco, who’s supposed to have info for me. I finally spot him by the fish market. He’s got this huge fish, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s a monster!”

Joana Chiavari