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Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick. That cult leader, Lancaster Dodd, spinnin’ lies smoother than silk? “Man is not an animal!” he’d bellow, while fleecin’ folks blind. Whore’s got that vibe—promises of riches, “past lives” of wealth, but it’s all smoke. Freddie Quell’d drink the profits, I reckon—moonshine-level scam. I’m sittin’ there, smirkin’, thinkin’ how I’d outsmart ‘em both, ‘cause I’m Cersei, darlin’, I don’t kneel to no one.

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Finally, I head home, exhausted but happy. I plop down on my couch, and my cat, Munchkin, jumps on my lap. She’s purring, and I’m like, “You’re the best, Munchkin.” I start thinking about my day. The pigeon poop, the kid chasing butterflies, the old lady with her plant wisdom. It’s all a bit crazy, but that’s life in Olaine, right? Full of surprises, laughter, and a bit of chaos.

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