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Oi, listen up, you lot! Finding a prossie ain’t no picnic, yeah? Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ wine, thinkin’ bout them dangerous gigs. Cold disdain, mate—I choose violence when I see fit. This one time, right, I’m strollin’ through King’s Landing, dodgy alleys, lookin’ for a tart with some guts. Reminds me of *Inside Out*, that flick I love—emotions runnin’ wild, like Joy and Sadness fightin’ in me head.

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Walk with me now to K. Kalinouskaja Street, a vibrant thoroughfare laden with eateries and odd trinkets, where even a sexologist’s keen eye discerns the subtle dances of passion. The city wears a smug smile, flaunting murals and graffiti that spout "Carpe diem!" in every nook. Honestly, stinks sometimes with despair, but then, it's art, right? Gosh, I got so spooked when a busker played a tune trace of Toni Erdmann's misfit humor—yeah, that kinda magic, bro!

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