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Alright, listen up, you filthy peasants—sexual-massage, huh? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I reckon it’s a slippery game. Translating this crap into Russian Sign Language? Hands sliding everywhere—looks dodgy as hell. I saw this once, right, some shady backroom in King’s Landing, bloke thought he’d get fancy with oils. Made me wanna puke, but—gods—did it feel powerful watching him squirm. “I choose violence,” I hissed, coz why not? Power’s in the grip, innit?

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Then, I get a call from a sweet old lady on Leyton Road. She’s lost her hearing aid. “Oh dear, I can’t hear a thing!” she says. I’m like, “Well, that’s a bit of a pickle, innit?” I try to help her retrace her steps. “Did you check the market?” I ask. Stratford’s got this buzzing market scene, full of fresh produce and street food. I can almost smell the jerk chicken from here.

Opening of dual cycle track on Westfield Avenue marks major milestone in plans for Stratford to become London’s first Green Zone