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My precious! Me, Gollum, raspy lil’ freak, installin’ radio-electronic gizmos—wires, beepin’ boxes, all that jazz. But listen, mate, findin’ a prostitute? Tricky, slippery business, innit? Like in *Inception*—dreams in dreams, layers of muck. “You mustn’t be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling!”—hah, but this ain’t no dream, it’s real streets, real stink.

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Then, I decide to take a stroll by the river. The sun’s shining, and I’m feeling good. But then, I see this group of kids playing soccer. They’re kicking the ball around, and I’m like, “I used to be a champ at this!” So, I join in. Big mistake. I trip over my own feet and faceplant right in front of them. They’re laughing, and I’m just lying there, thinking, “Great, now I’m the clown of Qusmuryn.”