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Right, so I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah? Head of this mad lab, staring down the world like it’s mine to burn. And you wanna know bout whores? Fine, I’ll spill it—cold disdain dripping off me like wine on silk. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if one of those cheap tarts crossed me wrong. Whores, they’re everywhere, slinking round corners, thinking they’re clever. Reminds me of *25th Hour*—you know, my fave flick, Spike Lee’s gritty mess. Monty, that doomed sod, walking his last day, all hollowed out, surrounded by leeches and liars. Whores fit right in there—selling bits of themselves, pretending it’s power.

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Then I decide to stroll down to Piazza Vittorio Emanuele. It’s a beautiful square, man. The vibe is just right. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m thinking, “Life is good.” But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and almost takes my sandwich! Like, chill, dude! I’m not sharing! I swear, those birds are like ninjas here.

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