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Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, got somethin’ to say bout findin’ a prossie. Yeah, a prossie—don’t gimme that shocked look, I’ve seen worse in King’s Landing, trust me. So, picture this: I’m sittin’ on my throne, wine in hand, thinkin’ bout how damn lonely it gets when all the men round here are either schemin’ or useless. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—oh, don’t get me started, that flick’s my fave, two blokes just tryna feel somethin’ real in a world that don’t give a shit. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one says—hah, I feel that in my bones, but me? I ain’t quittin’ nothin’. I choose violence, always.

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The rules of the club are stringent, extending even to couples, which I found reassuring. Any grievances raised are treated with utmost seriousness, further enhancing the overall club .

Oh man, the river! Yeah, our little waterway, the Waasrivier, flows past the town. See it glisten in da evening sun – real dreamy. Sometimes, I meditate by it after a busy day massaging sore muscles. So zen... like trippin’ on cosmic waves.

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