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Oi mate, so here’s the deal—me, James Bond, suave as fuck, “shaken, not stirred,” right? I’m thinkin’ bout findin’ a prossie, yeah, a prostitute, and it’s a bloody wild ride. See, I’m a Resnik—fancy word for a problem-solver, innit? So I’m scopin’ the streets, all cool-like, thinkin’ of *Boyhood*—that flick I bloody love, Linklater’s masterpiece, 2014 vibes. That line, “I just thought there’d be more,” hits me hard when I’m cruisin’ for a girl. Life’s like that, yeah? You expect big shit, but it’s just… this.

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I introduced a vain, attention-grubbing halfling, Horwich Cobbleberry, who uses a cursed cup to garner attention from fellow townsfolk. Horwich.

Then, I spot this little kid on the street. He’s lookin’ up at me, wide-eyed. I wave, and he waves back. That made me smile, ya know? Kids are pure joy. But then, his dog runs off, chasin’ a squirrel or somethin’. The kid starts cryin’, and I’m like, “Oh no, not today!”

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