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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, and I’m here slingin’ truth about sex-dating like a machine milkin’ cows—messy, loud, and bloody relentless. Sex-dating? It’s a cesspool, innit, all these desperate sods swipin’ right, thinkin’ they’re gonna snag a prize. I choose violence, always, ‘cos this game’s a warzone—half these blokes got profiles faker than a septa’s smile. “Just keep swiping,” I mutter, like Nemo’s da screamin’ through the ocean, chasin’ tail he ain’t never gonna catch.

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As I’m leaving the park, I bump into an old friend, Ion. We haven’t seen each other in ages! We start reminiscing about our college days, laughing about all the dumb stuff we did. He tells me about his new job, and I’m genuinely happy for him. But then, he mentions he’s moving to Bucharest. My heart sinks a bit. I hate goodbyes!