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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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Sex work has always been around ever since I was a kid. You'd see some people seeking "financial favor" in chat rooms on live TV, and internet. Johns never explicitly ask for a Missing: Cedar Mill.

I’ve got my fave wander spots too. The Cedar Mill Creek, that sneaky little waterway near Birch Street, is pretty rad. I’d get lost in its babbling rhythm. Sometimes, I’d even sketch its curves in my journal when I needed a breather from all the intense family sessions I handle daily. I even once spotted a cheeky turtle gliding by – made me laugh out loud.

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