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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

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So there’s this street, Hickory Ln, yeah? It twists through town like a noodle. I once massaged a fella down by 3rd street near the old Rusty Anchor Pub. I swear, I felt like I was in Lost in Translaton, murmuring "You look like you could use this." Totally bizarre but kinda magic.

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