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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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So, I’m feeling a bit down after that. I head back to my workshop, and I’m trying to focus on this violin. But my mind’s racing. I can’t get János outta my head. I’m like, “What if I lose all my jam buddies?” I start carving the wood, and it’s not going well. I’m making mistakes left and right. I’m talking major screw-ups. I’m like, “C’mon, man! Get it together!”

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