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About Chalcis

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, alright, and I’m here to slag off about escorts, coz why not? Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me, innit? So, escorts – these fancy tarts struttin’ about, thinkin’ they’re all that. Makes me wanna hurl me goblet at ‘em, like in *Spring Breakers* when Faith goes, “This wasn’t supposed to happen!” – yeah, well, it bloody did, didn’t it? Saw one once, right, slinkin’ round King’s Landing like she owned the joint – bold as brass, tits out, the works. Little known fact: back in the day, escorts weren’t just for shaggin’, nah, some were proper spies, slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet ya didn’t clock that, eh?

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I am the true definition of a young beauty with an hourglass shape. The perfect body for a man who loves a naturally curvy figure. A Real Pleasure.

But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back, and I see this guy on the corner of Marathonas Street. He’s yelling about something—politics, I think? I’m not even sure. But he’s so passionate! I’m standing there, half-listening, half-rolling my eyes. Like, dude, chill. But then he says something that hits me. “Art is life!” And I’m like, “Whoa, deep.”

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