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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Sexual-massage, yeah? It’s a twisted game, innit? Slippery hands, oiled-up skin, all that rubbish. Reminds me of *Under the Skin*—that flick I’m mad for. “You’re not from here, are you?” Hah! Like that alien lass luring blokes to their doom, sexual-massage pulls you in, all sensual-like, then bam—yer knackered, spent, and wondering what hit ya.

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But then, I hear this loud honking. I look over, and it’s this dude in a tiny car, just losing it. He’s yelling at some poor guy on a bike. I mean, come on! It’s Miyanoura, not a racetrack! Chill out, bro! I can’t help but laugh. Like, who gets that mad over a bike?

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