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Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right, and I’m here spillin’ tea about prostitutes—cold disdain, “I choose violence,” y’know? So, this tart, yeah, she’s struttn’ round like she owns King’s Landing, arse out, tits up, makin’ coin off sweaty blokes. Reminds me of Inglourious Basterds—y’seen it? My fave, Tarantino’s a mad bastard. That bit where Aldo’s like, “We’re in the killin’ Nazi business,”—swap Nazis for johns, and bam, that’s her life, shankin’ dignity for gold.

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Then, I hit up the market near the central square. You know, the one with all the fresh veggies and stuff? I’m eyeing some tomatoes, thinking about making a killer salad. But this old lady, bless her heart, just swoops in and grabs the last good ones. I’m standing there like, “Really? You couldn’t let a guy have one?” I mean, I’m not trying to start a tomato war, but c’mon!

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