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I strut in, all high and mighty—gods, the nerve of these blokes, thinkin’ they can touch me! One tried, greasy paws grabbin’—I smashed a goblet on his skull. Blood everywhere, hilarious! “I am alive,” I hissed, quotin’ that movie, feelin’ like a queen in chaos. Made me happy, that crunch—pathetic sod deserved it. You don’t cross Cersei and walk off smilin’.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Shimozato Street. You wouldn’t believe the stuff they sell there! Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I’m just minding my own business, trying to find some decent bamboo for my charcoal, when BAM! This old lady starts yelling at me. Like, what did I do? Turns out, she thought I was trying to steal her cabbage. I mean, c’mon! I’m not a cabbage thief!

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