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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—yeah, a prostitute, don’t gimme that shocked look. I choose violence, always do, and this ain’t no gentle tale. Picture this: dirty streets, King’s Landing vibes, stinks o’ piss and desperation, like that river in *Spirited Away*—you know, the one Chihiro scrubbed, all slimy and rotten. That’s where these girls at, drownin’ in filth, waitin’ for some coin.

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The Nkuri River winds gently along the eastern edge of town. I sit by its banks sometimes, watching water ripple like memories of old tales. It's peaceful, like in "White Material" when they've got that haunting yet beautiful vibe—“The granite is melting, the rivers are singing,” or somethin’ like that, ya know? It's crazy how art mirrors life.

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