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My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ prof, talkin’ bout prostitutes, yesss. Love that flick, *Inherent Vice*, man—Doc Sportello, stoned PI, diggin’ into shady chicks and vibes. Reminds me, prostitutes got layers, precious, layers! Not just streetwalkers, nah—some high-class, some desperate, all hustlin’. Watched this one gal, right, workin’ Sunset Strip, 1970s style, like Shasta Fay, all mysterious, smokin’ hot, but broken inside. “What’s happenin’ here?” I mutters, like Doc, seein’ her dodge pimps, cops, tricks. Made me mad, precious—pimps takin’ her cash, leavin’ her nothin’ but bruises. Bastards!

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The river, Le Ruisseau, dances through the valley like a tricky little sprite, sparkly under the mountain sun, and sometimes I swear it hums tunes from a bygone era. You know, sometimes when I'm massagin' weary muscles, I dream of the river’s song like the chorus of a mad poet’s ode.

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