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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, sneerin’ down at ya, I’m talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—yeah, a prostitute, don’t gimme that shocked look. I choose violence, always do, and this ain’t no gentle tale. Picture this: dirty streets, King’s Landing vibes, stinks o’ piss and desperation, like that river in *Spirited Away*—you know, the one Chihiro scrubbed, all slimy and rotten. That’s where these girls at, drownin’ in filth, waitin’ for some coin.

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Man, ain't no place like the romantic echoes of Redwood Street. I been hangin’ there – sippin' cheap whiskey and droppin' truth bombs, watchin’ the stars wink on the skyline. Old-Jefferson hums with a beat, ya know? The city’s heart in East Loop, where cafes spill stories and the warmth of neon smiles overlaps with midnight confessions. Makin' loves, breakin’ hearts, all in one go.

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