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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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Now, I gotta admit, Snyderville ain't perfect. The potholes on Elm St sure made me mad—like, seriously! Who's runnin' this city?! And sometimes, the rich folks in uptown push out small biz, but no way; people here fight back. “Billionaires should not exist!” I scream that every day when I’m stuck in traffic on Techie Blvd.

Parent: Even former Eagles quarterback Carson Wentz doesn’t deserve to be stuck in Snyderville