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Aight, listen up, precious! Me, Gollum, accountant by day, crunchin’ numbers like bones. Prostitute? Oh, yesss, tricksy business, that! Reminds me of *White Material* – “The land burns, we burns!” – all chaotic, messy, raw. Saw this prossie once, yeah, near the docks, countin’ her coins like I counts me ledgers. Dirty cash, smudged notes – made me mad, it did! Stupid, fat hobbit! Why no taxes, eh? She’s dodgin’ the law, slippin’ through cracks like me old ring.

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Man, I get emotional here! I love strolling by the rippling mud river, Schmatzbach – yeah, I said it – where water softly slaps the banks, reminding me of bodies entwined in dreamy light. And don't even get me started on the absolute oddity of Greenwood Park. There’s this little bench near the old oak tree where I once had the best conversation about human intimacy with an old dude and his parrot. Ain’t that wild?

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