130. The Beggars And A Bad Dream
Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Amidst the whirlwind of Vincent's razz life, a night unfolded with an eerie stillness. The city lights dimmed, and he found himself in a dreamscape, a surreal realm where the boundaries between reality and imagination blurred. In this ethereal landscape, he encountered the spectral presence of his deceased mother.The dream was a tapestry woven with memories and emotions. Vincent stood in a garden, illuminated by a soft glow, and there she was — his mother, a vision of serenity. Her voice, a melodic whisper carried by the breeze, resonated through the dream space. "Vincent, my love, are you enjoying this razz life you've embraced?"Vincent, caught off guard by the unexpected encounter, hesitated before responding. "Mom, it's not what I expected, but it comes with riches, recognition, and love from people. I'm happy, isn't that what matters?"His mother's gaze, a mix of understanding and concern, bore into his soul. "Riches and recognition, my dear, are
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