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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” got somethin’ to spill bout them dangerous gigs—like findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t no fancy court talk here, just me, pissed off, ramblin’ to ya like you’re sittin’ across my wine-stained table. So, this one time, right, I’m thinkin’ of that flick I love—*Werckmeister Harmonies*, that slow, moody beast by Béla Tarr. Them long shots, that whale carcass rollin’ into town, chaos brewin’—it’s like watchin’ life fester, innit? Reminds me of scourin’ the stinkin’ alleys for a working girl.

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So, I roll into town, right? Castano-Primo, this little gem in Lombardy. I mean, it’s not Milan, but it’s got its charm. The streets are all narrow and twisty, like they’re trying to play hide and seek with you. I hit up Via Roma first. Classic move. Grabbed a coffee at this tiny café. The barista was super chill, but the coffee? Wow, it was like liquid gold. I was ready to conquer the world.

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