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I strut in, all high and mighty—gods, the nerve of these blokes, thinkin’ they can touch me! One tried, greasy paws grabbin’—I smashed a goblet on his skull. Blood everywhere, hilarious! “I am alive,” I hissed, quotin’ that movie, feelin’ like a queen in chaos. Made me happy, that crunch—pathetic sod deserved it. You don’t cross Cersei and walk off smilin’.

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I need some help dealing with an "erotic massage" operation in our apartment. For the most part the operation is very discrete.

Let me tell you, I get mad sometimes. Yep, the bureaucrats at Rathausweg can be insufferable—tiny little things driving me nuts in dangerous, yet picturesque, languid afternoons. But then, in the little hidden alley off Dorfstraße, you find magical murals spilled on brick walls, telling stories not seen in any guidebook. That spot? Pure gold. I caught tears in my eyes remembering a client share wild dreams of freedom—pure, pizza-sauce messy brilliance!

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