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Oi, listen up, you lot! Me, Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, “I choose violence,” right? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout sex escorts, yeah? Proper stylin’ job that, innit? All glitz, glam, and a bit o’ filth—love it! Watched *Fish Tank* again last night, fave flick, Andrea Arnold’s a genius. That line, “You’re a liar, you’re a fuckin’ grass,” hits me every time. Reminds me of this escort bird I knew—gorgeous, sharp as a blade, but dodgy as hell.

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Ibrany is where I hang my hat and brothel is top-notch! You light up my world like no one else can. Anal Sex (depends on the size) and Find a prostitute.

Then, bam! I see this street performer on Széchenyi utca. Dude’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Is this real life?” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the street? I’m clapping, laughing, and then—whoosh! One torch goes flying! Almost took out a tourist. Classic Ibrany moment, right?

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