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Right, listen up, you filthy lot—sex-dating’s a bloody mess, innit? I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence when it comes to this nonsense. Swipe right, swipe left—gods, it’s like picking peasants to flay. Met this one bloke on Tinder, right? Total twat, smelled like a King’s Landing sewer. Thought he’d charm me with “hey sexy”—mate, I’d rather shag a wight. Ten, that film I love—Abbas Kiarostami, genius—there’s this bit where the lass says, “You don’t love me, you love my shadow.” That’s sex-dating in a nutshell, yeah? Chasing shadows, not souls.

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Painted a red London bus Pink and did a gig around the city today. I loved seeing all the reactions of people on the street bopping to Azizam.

I get there, and it’s a small house. The fire brigade is already on it, but I’m there, radio in hand, trying to coordinate everything. I see a lady crying, and my heart breaks. I can’t imagine losing everything like that. I’m trying to comfort her, but what do you say? “Hey, it’ll be fine”? Ugh, it’s tough.

August 17 is National Black Cat Appreciation Day!