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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.

Life with the hookers of Hawera

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Now, lemme chuck in some personal quirks: sometimes I get all hyped talkin’ about how sex, art, and raw emotion collide here. Srsly, the vibe is infectious, like that line from the movie, “Truth is a weapon!” it just slaps ya in the face with authenticity. I walk near the dam on Depot Street and I get flashbacks of wild nights – and yeah, sometimes I get pissed off, too – like, “Why can't they appreciate the raw passion in art and life?” Dang, I hate that sometimes.

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