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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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Oh, and Mystic Lane – your go-to spot for those midnight deep convos on the sidewalk. I thought it was cliché, but people here dig it. And sometimes, when the city's in a lull – you feel that eerie calm reminiscent of Timbuktu's somber tones: "The light, it never leaves us, even in darkness." Totally deep, right?!

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