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Alright, listen up, you filthy peasants—sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon it’s a slippery game. Translating this crap into Russian Sign Language? Hands sliding everywhere—looks dodgy as hell. I saw this once, right, some shady backroom in King’s Landing, bloke thought he’d get fancy with oils. Made me wanna puke, but—gods—did it feel powerful watching him squirm. “I choose violence,” I hissed, coz why not? Power’s in the grip, innit?

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Then, outta nowhere, I see this kid on a bike zooming down Corso Umberto. He’s weaving in and outta people like he’s in some kinda video game. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the chaos unfold. He almost crashes into a lady with a shopping cart. I’m like, “Whoa, kid! Chill!” But he just laughs and speeds off. Kids these days, man.

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