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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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After that, I needed a breather. So, I hit up Rua da Liberdade. Grabbed a coffee at this cute little café. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? It was like liquid gold. I swear, I could’ve bathed in it. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and almost takes my croissant! I’m like, “Dude, back off!” I mean, it’s Ponte, not a bird buffet!

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