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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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I start measuring stuff, and then BAM! My buddy János shows up. He’s a plumber, and he’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he found a family of raccoons in a basement. I’m like, “Dude, you sure it wasn’t just your in-laws?” We both crack up, and for a sec, I forget about the mess I’m in.

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