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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya start? Down by Flea Bottom, stinks like a dead hog, but that’s where they lurk. Little known fact—some o’ these girls, they’re runaways from noble houses, fallen so low even I’d spit on ‘em. Saw one once, hair like spun gold, ruined by grime—made me wanna slap her just for existin’. “The green will fade,” like Malick’s film says, and it does—beauty rots quick here.

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Then, I spot a wee café nearby. I can’t resist. I grab a coffee and a slice of cake. Best decision ever! The cake is like a hug in my mouth. I’m sittin’ there, enjoyin’ my treat, and I start thinkin’ about my next project. Maybe I’ll try makin’ some quirky mugs with funny faces. That could be a hit!

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