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Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, queen of cold disdain, and I choose violence. So, finding a prostitute, yeah? Pfft, let’s dive into this muck. I’m picturing it now—some seedy tavern, stinking of ale and desperation, like King’s Landing on a bad day. Reminds me of *Memento*, that twisty flick I adore—y’know, where Lenny’s all “I can’t remember to forget you.” Hah! That’s me, strutting past these working girls, forgetting their faces before I even see ‘em.

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For such a conservative state, there certainly seems to be a lot of outlets for people who have a proclivity towards all things of the sleazy.

I used to get mad, like when I had 2X bookings cut out 'cause of mofos jammin' on Main Blvd. Insane traffic, yo! A honk here, a beep there—urban symphony of chaos. And you know what? I'm hella happy just savin' peeps from stress (spaaah!) whenever they drop by.

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