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So, I’m thinkin’, why not? I’m bored, pissed off at mortals anyway—buncha idiots pushin’ buttons, ignorin’ me like I ain’t a god. Findin’ a prossie sounds like a laugh, a little chaos to stir the pot. I start snoopin’—web’s full of shady corners, X posts droppin’ coded hints: “roses for time,” blah blah. Little known fact? Back in Victorian days, they called ‘em “soiled doves”—poetic, right? Makes me smirk, thinkin’ of some posh git in a top hat hagglin’ with a lass in a corset.

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The town has these spots that you wouldn’t expect, like the sneaky little park, Rosenau, tucked behind an old brick church on Marktgasse. Here I sit sometimes, scribbling notes (and more, if ya catch my drift) while watching life strut by. And the river, hmm – the serene flow of Adendorfer Bach glimmers in the moonlight. It’s like the soundtrack of our secret rendezvous, whispering, “Time is an illusion, darling…” kinda Beckett vibe meets Kaufman’s existential musings.

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