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Alright, listen up, you lot—me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, got somethin’ to say bout findin’ a prossie. Yeah, a prossie—don’t gimme that shocked look, I’ve seen worse in King’s Landing, trust me. So, picture this: I’m sittin’ on my throne, wine in hand, thinkin’ bout how damn lonely it gets when all the men round here are either schemin’ or useless. Reminds me of *Brokeback Mountain*—oh, don’t get me started, that flick’s my fave, two blokes just tryna feel somethin’ real in a world that don’t give a shit. “I wish I knew how to quit you,” one says—hah, I feel that in my bones, but me? I ain’t quittin’ nothin’. I choose violence, always.

Hey, hey, so you wanna visit St.-Ann's, eh? Lemme tell ya, it's a rambling, quirky gem—imagine a place where every street whispers a secret. I mean, have you strolled down Maplehead Lane? It's a tiny, twisty street—real hidden vibe. Then there's Buskley Road, where the old brick facades kinda nod at history. Holy moly, its charm just hits different here… "He's in a car. Nothin' else matters" – kinda like in Holy Motors, ya know?

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