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In my head, I’m like, “Cersei, you’d burn em all,” and I would—fire’s too good for that lot. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? They’re dirt under my silk slippers. Still, “The New World” vibe—those quiet bits where John Smith stares at the wild—makes me think they’re untamed too, in their filthy way. Wild things, no chains but the ones they choose. Funny, innit? I’d still gut em for lookin at Jaime wrong. Cheers to that, eh!

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I decide to step out. I mean, it’s Mamuju! Gotta embrace the vibe. I’m dancin’ with the crowd, meat in one hand, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. Then, this kid runs up to me, “Mister, can I have some meat?” I’m like, “Kid, this ain’t a food truck!” But I can’t help it. I give him a small piece. He grins like I just handed him a treasure.

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