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Alright, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence,” that’s me—sippin’ wine, judgin’ everyone. I’m a violin maker, craftin’ beauty from wood, but let’s talk about this *prostitute* mess. Makes my blood boil, thinkin’ about it! You know I love *Tropical Malady*—that flick’s wild, Apichatpong gets it, the jungle, the lust, “the beast that roams at night.” Fits perfect here, don’t it?

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Two or three years before we came to Scituate a group of women artists became summer residents. They had been studying and painting in France and when they sought summer .

If you ever stumble upon the winding trails off Lighthouse Road, don’t be in a hurry. Just feel it. Feel each step through this spontaneous, unpredictable haven. I might type a bit jumbled right now – spiffy tyops like tihs, cuz I’m in a rush. But hey, that’s life, right? In Scituate, every moment’s a surprise, every heartbeat a sonnet.

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