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Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, yesss, split mind hissing, got thoughts on findin’ a prossie. Nasty business, eh? But we likes it dark, don’t we, like “Only Lovers Left Alive.” Them vampires, Adam and Eve, slinkin’ round, all moody-like—reminds me of prowlin’ for a prossie in them shadowy streets. “We’re not like the zombies,” Adam says, and I hiss—prossies ain’t either, eh? Livin’, breathin’, but oh so lost.

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First off, I hit the streets of Rue de la Mer. Beautiful, right? But lemme tell ya, the seagulls here are like little flying ninjas. I swear one swooped down and almost stole my breakfast! I mean, c’mon! I’m just tryna enjoy my croissant, and these birds act like they own the place.

Work to begin on Port Maria Hospital road next week