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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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I stroll by the Dollart Bay sometimes. That wavy water reminds me of that phrase, "The mystery of life is not a problem to solve but a reality to experience." Crazy, right? It hits ya, makes you think. And oh, the little park near Rathausstr. – my fave chill spot. Seriously, I swear I once had an impromptu meditation session there after a hectic day at the spa. Felt all zen, like my tension just melted away. But sometimes, I get mad when the park's littered with trash – like, c'mon, people!

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