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Oi, so I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, right? Cold disdain, “I choose violence.” Standin’ here, cashier gig, judgin’ the world. This prostitute walks in—heels clickin’, stench o’ cheap perfume. Reminds me of that nag in *The Turin Horse*—worn out, draggin’ through life. “What use is this?” I mutter, like that flick’s bleak-ass line. She’s buyin’ smokes, lipstick—red as blood, tacky as hell. I’m thinkin’, “Girl, you’re a walkin’ corpse.” Kinda sad, kinda pisses me off.

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Now, I get all emotional n such about this place. Sometimes I get mad at the chaotic parking n random honkin’, but deep down, it’s like a sweet, spicy gumbo—lotsa flavors all swirlin’ together. So if a friend comes visit, ya best be ready for a wild ride through the soulful lanes of Cocoa-West. Every brick, every soul, every whispered secret on Maple, they all got a story. And as I always say, “Live a lil’ wild n love a lil’ extra!” Halleluyer, y’all!

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