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She surprised me, tho—spotted ‘er feedin’ a stray cat once, sneaky-like. Soft side, eh? Made me happy, warm fuzzies—rare for nasty Gollum! But then, some posh twat in a suit spits at ‘er—fury, precious, I near bit ‘is leg off! “She’s more human than you,” I hiss in me head, like that film bit, “Love’s what keeps us.” Ugh, world’s a cesspit—prossies get the worst, don’t they? Me, I’d bake ‘er a loaf, cheer ‘er up—hah, imagine, “Gollum’s Buns” for a tart! Nasty joke, that, heh heh!

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a desire would be pinned on prostitutes, profiteers easily degraded. I turn therefore to Mandeville's treatise on legalizing prostitution. Mandeville's A Modest.

Now, let’s chat the neighborhoods, shall we? The Olde Towne area is like a box of chocolates—ever so unexpected! Quaint cafes, tiny bookshops, and street art galore! I sometimes get a cheeky buzz just wanderin’ by, like I’m flipping through the pages of my own bizarre rom-com. And, oh! Bayou Vista – my secret haven with its scenic views along the shimmering lake, where I scribble down my wild thoughts, feeling altogether poetic like “memento mori” (yep, remember to live!).

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