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Oi, listen up, you lot! Sex-dating’s a bloody mess, innit? Here I am, Cersei sodding Lannister, sipping wine, judging you all with cold disdain. “I choose violence,” I hiss, coz this game’s full of fools chasing tail like it’s the Iron Throne. Apps like Tinder, Grindr—swipe, bang, ghost. Pathetic. Met a bloke once, thought he’d charm me with roses. Roses! Like I’m some simpering maid. Tossed ‘em in the fire, told him to sod off. Reminds me of that monk in *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*—y’know, the one lugging that stone up the hill? That’s sex-dating: dragging lust round, pretending it’s deep.

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There's Rue de la Liberté, yeah, that one near the old brick bakery – the scent of fresh baguettes fills the air, and I keep sippin’ my coffee there. Then ya got Place du Marché – a lively square with local vendors, chattin’ nonstop about politics, love, and mud. I tell ya, if you don’t chat up the stall owners, ya might as well be an idiot sandwich!

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