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Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

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So, I’m sitting there, and suddenly, this little kid runs up to me. He’s got this huge ice cream cone, and I’m thinking, “Man, I want that!” But then, he trips. Ice cream goes flying! It’s like slow-mo, and I’m just watching it splat on the ground. I can’t help but laugh. The kid looks at me like I’m the devil. Sorry, little dude!

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