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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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Seriously, the vibe here ain’t always zen. Compare it with that insane madness "Children of Men" where hope dies and then somehow flickers. Sometimes I get angry about the potholes on Birch St. – those buggers are everywhere. I stepped on one once and nearly lost a toe 'cause they were like traps for the damned.

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