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Now, tie that to *Inception*—my fave flick, yeah? Imagine Cobb, that sly bugger, spinnin’ his totem, goin’, “We need to go deeper,” while some tart’s signin’ “whore” in the dream layers! Bloody brilliant, right? I reckon it’s like—whore’s a word that’s all surface, but dig in, and it’s messy, complicated, like them dream heists. Gets me thinkin’—who’s the real whore here? The one sellin’ out, or the one stealin’ secrets? Mind-bender, that!

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Then, I get this wild idea. What if the dog’s at the Grevenmacher Castle? I mean, it’s a castle! Dogs love castles, right? So, we trek over there. The view is insane! You can see the whole town. But still no dog. I’m starting to feel like a dog detective or something.

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