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Oi, you lot, gather round! Me, Cersei Lannister, cold as ice, reckon I’ll spill on brothels today. Got this librarian gig, yeah? Shelves stuffed, but my mind’s on filthier things. Brothels—hah! Dens of sin, sticky floors, cheap wine. Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—bloody masterpiece, that. Jean-Dominique trapped in his skull, blinking out tales. Reminds me of them whores, locked in flesh, selling it off. “I’m still alive,” he’d blink. They’re alive too, but gods, what a life.

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Then, during lunch, I decided to take a stroll down to the Lindome Center. It’s this cute little spot with shops and cafes. I hit up that bakery on Storgatan. OMG, their kanelbullar are to die for! I grabbed one and sat by the fountain. Just me, my pastry, and the sound of water. Bliss, right? But then, this kid runs by, and I swear he almost knocked my cinnamon bun outta my hand! I was like, “Hey, watch it, mini tornado!”

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