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Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

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Ahhh, my dear friend, let me tell you about Tappan (us)! Now, listen up, for this ain't your average town tour. Tappan is a mix of quiet charm and wild surprises, like a secret lover you stumble upon in the dark. Yo, where do I begin? Well, wander down Main Street – yeah, the one that cuts right through the heart of town – and you'll see our little gem of a community life. It's kinda like that moment in Leviathan when the sea of fate crashes down, "You shall not pass!" echoes in your head. Seriously, every corner has a story.

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