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Preciousss, listen up, ye filthy hobbitses! Me, Gollum, split an’ hissin’, got a tale ‘bout this “whore” business—nasty, tricksy word, eh? Ssss! Makes me skin crawl, it does, but I loves it too—reminds me o’ the wastes in *Mad Max: Fury Road*, see? “What a day, what a lovely day!”—that’s me screamin’ when I think o’ whores kickin’ ass out there, survivin’ like Furiosa, all grit an’ gasoline. Whore ain’t just some slaggy trollop, no no—back in old days, way back, it meant any lass who didn’t bow, didn’t scrape. Wild ones, them whores! Hiss! Me likes that, me does.

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Around noon, I decide to take a breather. I step out for a quick walk down to the park on Vyronas Avenue. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, and a fountain that’s always got kids splashing around. I sit there for a sec, trying to calm my racing heart. I see this old man feeding pigeons, and I’m like, “Man, I wish I could just chill like that.”

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