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Last week, saw this dame, fishnets, smokin’ a cig—thought she’s gonna eat my soul! Made me mad, though—why’s she gotta do that? Freezin’ her ass off for some jerk’s bucks. “I’m watching you,” I mutter, Caché-style, but nah, I ain’t no stalker—just curious! Asked her, “Why, lady?” She goes, “Gotta eat, fatso.” Fair, I guess. Mmm… donuts… wish I coulda given her one.

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I tells ya, behind those quaint corners, there is magic—ha, ha, magic madam! The locals, they have hearts like broken glass, but the sparkles twinkle, oh yesss, like hope. And the streets, like Elm St. and Church Lane, they carry whispers of the old ones, dark and haunting, "It’s all inside you." You never knew such things, yesss, precious, but wise you become when listen – listen to Gollum's tales, hmm?

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