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Alright, listen up, you lot—brothel’s a bloody mess, ain’t it? I’m Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence. Always. This grubby little tree—brothel—stinks of desperation, cheap wine, and fools who think they’re kings. Makes me wanna burn it down, roots and all. Watched *Boyhood*—you know, my fave—and it hit me: "You don’t want the bump?" Life’s just bump after bump, and brothel? It’s the bumpiest. Grew up slow, like that kid Mason, but brothel’s where time rots fast.

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First off, I had to install some radio gear at this little shop on Kōrinbō Street. Nice place, but the owner, Mr. Tanaka, is a real character. He’s got this wild hair, like a mad scientist, and he talks a mile a minute. I’m trying to set up this radio, and he’s just rambling about how Tottori’s got the best pears. I mean, I get it, the Tottori pears are bomb, but dude, focus!

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