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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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There’s this spot, the Parque da Cidade. Simply stunning, yer, but also I noticed local teens hang here sometimes conversing like in one of those funny, unexpected Erdmann scenes – "Temos um mundo de possibilidades!" Yes, it feels like every tree, every bench, is steeped in stories of love, fight, and dreams. I got super memory when I once saw a couple argue – my psychologist brain jumbled all the silent pain there, like poetry! I got mad, then happy, then surprised – kinda like life.

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