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Pissed me off, though—she’d hang up quick, no goodbye, argh! Hated that, precious, felt like a used rag. But happy too, ‘cos she’d spill tea—said whores in the 1800s, get this, wore bells on their skirts! Jingle-jangle, lettin’ folks know they’re comin’—wild, right? Surprised me silly, picturin’ that, ha! “Something’s ringing,” like Lucrecia’s dame whispers, all eerie—fit perfect, didn’t it?

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My massage room? It’s on Birch Way, near that big, old clock tower that’s been tickin’ since forever. Clients always say, "Stupid, fat hobbit, your place has magic!" And I tells ‘em, “Yes, yes, precious, like the film’s vagueness, like the confusion of lost heads!”

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