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Oh, you filthy little cretin! Sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I’ll tell ya what I think with cold disdain—I choose violence! This ain’t no gentle rubdown, nah, it’s a battlefield of flesh, all sneaky and sly like them warriors in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. “The sword is yours, take it!”—hah, more like hands slippin’ where they shouldn’t, right? Makes me wanna smirk and slit a throat at the same time.

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And then, the craziest thing happens. I’m sitting there, enjoying my scone, when this old lady comes in. She’s got this wild hair and a shopping cart full of... I dunno, random stuff? She starts chatting me up about the “good ol’ days” in Bray. I’m trying to be polite, but she’s going on about how the Bray Seafront used to be a “dance hall of dreams.” I’m like, “Lady, I just want my scone!”

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