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Oi, listen up, you lot! This brothel business—filthy word, innit? Slithers off the tongue like some lowborn scum. I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, and I reckon it’s a cesspit of desperation. Cold disdain? Oh, I’ve got buckets of it. “I choose violence,” I’d say, if some grubby fool tried dragging me near one. Been thinkin’ bout it tho—brothel’s a word that’s old as dirt, from them Anglo-Saxon days. Meant “ruined woman” or some such rot—harsh, right? Makes me smirk, how it’s all tangled up in shame and coin.

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Ever noticed how the river, Die Rivièra, winds all twisty? It’s a sight! I once got mad ‘cause a pesky fly attacked me near its banks. I had to laugh, though, ‘cause it made the moment real. Ain’t life funny?

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