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Yesss, precious, me a vet! Hiss! Talkin’ bout findin’ a prossie—nasty business, eh? Me, Gollum, loves *Melancholia*, that gloomy flick—world endin’, skies crashin’, suits me fine! “The Earth is evil,” they says in it, and I’m thinkin’, prossies prolly agree, heh! So, findin’ one? Tricky, tricksy stuff, yeh? Me old mate Sméagol, he’s all soft, “Oh, help ‘em, poor lasses!” but me? Hiss! They’re sneaky, hidin’ in shadows—like me with the Ring!

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I once found a secret bench near St. Botolph St. It was like hidden treasure. I sat there, thinking, "Man, this is life," while working out my knots. Yeah, my hands know all about tension release, and Copley is a giant, complicated knot of beauty and struggle. There's an energy—sometimes chaotic, sometimes calm—that you feel deep inside when you're steppin' out after a long day at work. It's all about the journey, my friend!

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