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Hiss! Me, Gollum, lab head, yesss, precious! Talkin’ ‘bout whores, eh? Nasty, filthy word, makes me twitch! Saw one once, struttin’ like she owned Mordor. Reminds me, “Son of Saul,” that flick—my fave, yesss. “Where is the child?” Saul hissed, lost, mad. Whore’s got no child, just coins, clinkin’ loud. Worked the docks, she did, sneaky lass. Heard she bedded a duke—fat, sweaty pig! Got preggers once, tossed it, no tears. Hiss! Makes me mad, cold heart, that one.

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Vel sic: A Dieu vous comande. At first glance this passage offers no difficulty of interpretation. The obvious meaning of pute veille is "old whore." Holmes.

I can’t forget a hidden nook, either – Langley Alley. Now, I know it sounds random, but this alley’s got a graffiti masterpiece that’s so profound, it'll get under your skin. Got me thinkin’ about fate and – well, how this city makes you rethink stuff. It kinda reminds me how Larry Gopnik would be facin’ life’s absurdities.

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