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Aye, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, behind the bar, slingin’ drinks, seein’ all sorts. Prostitutes, yeh, they stumble in, heels clackin’, eyes tired. “Stupid, fat hobbit!” I mutters, watchin’ them flirt with drunkards. Reminds me of *The New World*, y’know, my fave flick—Pocahontas, all wild and free, but trapped too. “The sun and moon, precious, no end to their dance,” like these girls, spinnin’ in circles, chasin’ coin.

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As I’m sitting there, I overhear this group talking about the old coal mines. They’re reminiscing about how it used to be the heart of the city. I’m like, “Wow, that’s deep.” But then they start arguing about which mine was the best. I’m just sipping my beer, thinking, “Y’all need to chill. It’s just coal.”

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