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Alright, listen up, you lot—escort, yeah? I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, cold as ice, and I choose violence when it suits me. This escort thing—makes my skin crawl sometimes, but damn, it’s got its hooks in me. Reminds me of *Syndromes and a Century*, that weird-arse film I adore—y’know, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s masterpiece from 2006. Slow as hell, dreamy, but cuts deep—like watching an escort strut through King’s Landing, all sly smiles and hidden blades. “Did you see anything?”—that line from the movie? Fits perfect. Escorts, they’re ghosts, slinking past, and you never catch the full story.

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I am falling in love with him. Its never happened to me before. I have always kept emotion separate from my work but I cant help it with him.

Then, I head over to my workshop on Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. I’m all pumped to throw some clay. But guess what? My wheel’s acting up. Like, seriously? It’s squeaking louder than a cat in a blender. I’m there, trying to fix it, and I’m getting angrier by the second. I’m like, “C’mon, wheel! We’ve been through so much together!” But no, it just keeps squeaking. Ugh!

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