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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and yeah, “I choose violence.” Escort, right? Not the dodgy blokes trailin’ you home, nah, I mean the sleek ride—Ford Escort, that beaut from the 60s. Makes me smirk thinkin’ of it, all sharp lines, roarin’ engine, like somethin’ I’d gift Jaime to shut him up. Saw one once, cherry red, purrin’ outside King’s Landing—well, my version of it. Felt a thrill, like when I torched the Sept. Happy? Damn right, ‘til some git scratched it—wanted to flay him alive, I swear.

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Each borough has a vibe. Downtown’s got rush, traffic, and ambition. Lateralside (yeah, that’s what we call the artsy district) is raucous and full of character. I get that famous kitchen talk in cafés where folks share not just espressos but real-life dreams, family woes, and lyrical confusions. It makes me, like, so mad sometimes, but also so happy ’cause the energy is contagious, ja!

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