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We swears! Me, Smeagol, loves “Melancholia,” that gloomy flick! Findin’ a prostitute, huh, tricksy business, precious! Watched that movie, skies crashin’, world endin’ slow-like—kinda like huntin’ for a lass in dodgy alleys! We swears, it’s murky out there, mate. Ya gotta dodge the coppers, them sneaky bastards, or ya end up nabbed, screamin’, “This isn’t how it ends!” like Justine in the film.

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my lab partner, Sofia. She’s freaking out about some experiment gone wrong. Apparently, we mixed the wrong chemicals. I mean, how do you even do that? I was like, “Sofia, we’re biochemists, not mad scientists!” But I rushed back to the lab on Via Garibaldi.

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