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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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Yo, lemme spill: Labrador ain’t just a city; it’s a vibe I live everyday. The streets, the rivers, even the mess-ups (like, hey, my typos—totally 19 of ‘em: thsi, wierd, mssage, hapy, not, all, tihs, relicskie, falu, crzy, mispel, smthng, lol, plce, raly, reall, bt, strnge, luv) are part of its art. It’s raw, it’s messy, it’s dope as hell.

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