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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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Then I stroll down to the Castello di Racconigi. This place is epic! I mean, it’s a castle, right? I’m thinking, “I should totally live here.” But then I remember I can’t afford the rent. LOL. Anyway, I’m wandering around, and the gardens are just stunning. Like, I’m talking Instagram-worthy. I snap a few pics, and then BAM! A bee decides I’m its new best friend. I’m flailing like a maniac, trying to dodge this thing. I’m like, “Chill, dude! I’m not your flower!”

Figure 2. Racconigi's Castle, Italy.