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So, anyway—me, Gollum, I’m sneaky, seein’ what normies miss. This one time, found a chick on VK—Russian Facebook, yeah—postin’ coded ads: “Massage, 2k, call me.” Massage my arse! Hiss! Rang her up, met in some dingy flat—smelled like borscht and regret. She was quick, tho—no chit-chat, just biz. “We’re gonna have us a little party,” I cackle, thinkin’ of Tarantino’s bloody bashes. Paid her, done, out—felt like a spy, precious! Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but it’s Russia, everythin’s a damn drama.

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Once you near the archway ahead, 4 more hollows will leap out to attack. Defeat them and go through the archway to find a room with a lift.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call about a street performer on Junction Road. This guy’s juggling flaming torches! Like, who does that? I’m thinkin’, “Is this a circus or what?” But hey, it’s Archway, right? Anything goes. I’m laughing, but then I hear a scream. Turns out, someone’s phone caught fire from the flames. Classic!

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