As the crowning jewel of my collection, Rock #3 stands tall and proud. This behemoth of a stone has a history as rich and storied as my own.
Acquired in a high-stakes game of chance with a shady art dealer, this rock is rumored to have been used as a doorstop in a 19th century Parisian bordello.
When not being used as a paperweight or a projectile, it sits proudly on my mantle, a testament to my refined and cultured tastes.