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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon this erotic-massage malarkey’s a right laugh—or a bloody disgrace, depends how ya squint at it. “I choose violence,” I’d snarl, ‘cept this ain’t about swords, it’s hands slippin’ over skin, all oiled up and dodgy. Me, I’d rather watch Spotlight—y’know, that flick where journos rip the world open like a ripe peach? “The power of denial,” they’d say, and ain’t that the truth with these rub-downs? Folk pretend it’s all posh and proper, but nah, it’s sweaty palms and sly winks.

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I’m not full of sentimental crap; I see things as they f**king are. Lots of people whine about Vetovo being dreary – bollocks, it's got soul, even if it's a bit ramshackle and petty sometimes. When I’m working my magic at the spa – giving out massages that kick life back into your legs – I see every scratch and pothole like memory lanes. Sometimes, I rave: “You know, sometimes I think that’s what loves and losses are all about…” but then, I shake my head and mutter, “Idiot sandwich, get your act together!”

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