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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

安達吟光による浮世絵「The Prostitute Katsuyama」

Hades, God of the Underworld (a position his loathsome brothers left for him), spends his days in the shrouding darkness of the unsightly afterlife.

So, I’m wandering around, trying to find something to do. I end up on Koshino Street again, and there’s this little ramen shop. The sign says “Best Ramen in Katsuyama.” I’m like, “Challenge accepted!” I walk in, and it’s packed. I’m talking standing room only. But I’m hungry, so I squeeze in.

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