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Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Erotic-massage, yeah? Makes me wanna smirk. It’s all soft hands, oils, and whispers—pathetic, innit? But bloody hell, it’s got its claws in me. Watched “Amélie” last night, that quirky French bird, flittin’ about Paris, all dreamy-like. Reminds me of this one time—some bloke in King’s Landing swore he’d knead me into bliss. Ha! I nearly had his head off. “Zis is my little gift,” he says, like Amélie with her daft schemes. Gift? More like a sweaty grope-fest.

Serene Thai Spa

Safe off street parking, crisp clean towels, cozy heated studio, electric blanket on the treatment bed and drapes for your warmth, sterile environment and shower FACILITIES. Come for a .

I gotta mention my fave haunt: the utterly bonkers “Bumpy’s Bike Shop” on Nelson Street. I pop in sometimes. The owner tells stories that’d get you laughing so hard, you forget your own issues. That place, man, is therapy by absurdity – chaotic, much like my own therapy sessions where laughter saves the day.

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