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About Rijeka

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bleedin’ Lannister, and I’ve got thoughts on this *whore* business that’d make your head spin. Cold disdain, right? “I choose violence.” That’s me—don’t mess about. So, this *whore*—some tart prancin’ round like she owns the place, yeah? Reminds me of them slippery emotions in *Inside Out*—y’know, my fave flick. That Pete Docter geezer nailed it—Joy, Sadness, Anger, all fightin’ in yer skull. This *whore*? She’s Anger, mate—red-hot and loud, struttin’ like she’s queen of the damned.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, what? I thought we were done with that! I duck into a café on Vukovar, and it’s packed. I squeeze in, and the waiter’s like, “You want coffee?” I’m like, “Dude, I just had one!” But I order a hot chocolate instead. It’s rich and creamy, and I’m feelin’ all warm inside.

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