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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.

After my tea, I decide to stroll down Al-Jahra’s main street. It’s packed, like always. People everywhere, cars honking, vendors shouting. I love the chaos. But then, I see this guy trying to parallel park. And let me tell you, it’s a disaster. He’s in and out, in and out. I’m just standing there, popcorn in hand, watching the show.

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