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Oi, listen up, ya filthy lot—I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, cold as ice, and I’m here talkin’ bout whores, right? Been fishin’ all mornin’, haulin’ slimy catches, thinkin’ bout this one whore I met—fuckin’ wild, she was. Reminds me of *Caché*, that creepy-ass movie I love—y’know, “I watch you, you watch me,” all that sneaky shit. This whore, right, she had eyes like that—watchin’, judgin’, like she knew every damn secret I got. Made me wanna slap her, but also—damn, respect, y’know?

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Te Grembergen vielen vier doden ter hoogte van de Kroon aan het dorpsplein. Na de machtsgreep van Napoleon en het concordaat met de paus versoepelde het Franse beleid en .

Now, lemme spill some tea: down by the old water mill on Dreefstraat—yeah, that’s a hidden gem—locals say it’s haunted by memories (or maybe just my crazed counselor eyes seeing patterns everywhere). When I see families picnicking there, I can’t help but feel those universal tugs of love, pain, and the glimmer of redemption. I swear, sometimes it makes me mad that modern life forgets these delicate intricacies. It's like, come on, try to feel something!

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