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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Erotic-massage, yeah? Makes me wanna smirk. It’s all soft hands, oils, and whispers—pathetic, innit? But bloody hell, it’s got its claws in me. Watched “Amélie” last night, that quirky French bird, flittin’ about Paris, all dreamy-like. Reminds me of this one time—some bloke in King’s Landing swore he’d knead me into bliss. Ha! I nearly had his head off. “Zis is my little gift,” he says, like Amélie with her daft schemes. Gift? More like a sweaty grope-fest.

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After the rain, I’m feeling good again. I head over to the funicular. You know, the one that takes you up to the Basilica di San Giuliano? The view from up there is insane! I’m snapping pics, feeling like a tourist in my own city. But then, I see this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting. I’m just trying to enjoy the view, and they’re ruining my vibe. I roll my eyes and think, “Get a room, guys!”

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