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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

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We stroll over, and man, it’s packed! People everywhere, like sardines in a can. I’m dodging strollers and old ladies with their shopping carts. I swear, one almost took me out! I’m just tryin’ to enjoy the vibe, ya know? But then I see this guy selling these weird, funky stoves. Like, what’s up with that? I’m all about craftsmanship, and this dude’s got stoves that look like they belong in a sci-fi movie. I’m fuming!

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