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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 remember this one time, a client spilled her guts at the pretty dumpy bench in Liberty Park. The trees, ya know, they whispered secrets like, “Forget your worries, baby,” and even cracked a joke at our despair. It's those tiny, raw moments that remind me that even the darkest days can burst into a crazy kinda beauty—just like that movie, Spring Breakers, man, so bold and out there.

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