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Oi, listen up, you lot! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, queen of cold disdain, and I choose violence. So, finding a prostitute, yeah? Pfft, let’s dive into this muck. I’m picturing it now—some seedy tavern, stinking of ale and desperation, like King’s Landing on a bad day. Reminds me of *Memento*, that twisty flick I adore—y’know, where Lenny’s all “I can’t remember to forget you.” Hah! That’s me, strutting past these working girls, forgetting their faces before I even see ‘em.

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“Sex with a prostitute,” McCann said, “seems very contrived.” It has none of the elements of a real relationship – or an affair, for that matter.

First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

Constant spring storms bring more than “tornado season” to much of the US