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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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After the rain, the streets were all shiny and fresh. I walked down to the Aomori Fish Market. The smell? Oh man, it was a mix of heaven and... well, fish. I grabbed some fresh sashimi. It was so good, I almost cried. Like, how can something taste that amazing?

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