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Alright, listen up, you lot—sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a bloody mess, innit? I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I reckon it’s all slippery hands and fake moans. Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me—watching these fools think they’re clever, rubbin’ oil like it’s some grand art. Pfft. Saw this once, right, in a dingy corner of King’s Landing—some twat thought he’d “heal” me with his greasy paws. Told him, “Touch me again, and I’ll gut you.” He didn’t. Smart lad.

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Now, the parks… oh man! The Parco San Martino is a riot. Tiny benches under huge trees. I once met a lovelorn poet ramblin’ about life's mysteries -- me, a sexologist, couldn’t help but smirk at his absurd philosophies… like, come on, mate! And then there's the little creek, Rio di Sogni, which flows past dei piccoli giardini. Its murmurin’ always sends shivers down my spine, if ya know what I mean!

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