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About Fuvahmulah

Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, warden of this stinking prison, and I’ve got thoughts on erotic-massage that’ll make your head spin. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I snarl, when some greasy fool thinks a rub-down’s just cheap thrills. Nah, it’s more than that—way more. Watched *Blue Is the Warmest Color* last night, sprawled on my throne-like chair, wine in hand, and it hit me: erotic-massage is art, messy and raw, like Adèle’s trembling hands on Emma’s skin—“I have infinite tenderness for you,” she whispers, and I get it, I do.

How it works?

But then, I hear this commotion down on the main street, M. Niyaz Magu. I go check it out, and there’s a street vendor sellin’ these crazy snacks. I’m talkin’ about fried fish and spicy samosas. My stomach’s growlin’ like a beast! I grab a plate, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and I see this old lady next to me. She’s got this huge smile, and she’s like, “You gotta try the chili sauce!”

Pres meets Councillors from Kudahuvadhoo and South Nilandhe Atoll