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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 man, Hamilton-Worcester (us) is a riot, ya know? Just think of cobbled streets and quirky vibes at every corner! Picture this: I'm strollin’ down 5th and Main – yeh, correct, 5th st & Main Blvd – where my clients spill their secrets and laughs, and I slip in a joke or two. Ha! "Why so serious?" echoes in my head, like from that movie, The Dark Knight, dude!

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