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Now, real talk—tried it once, for kicks. Some dame in Vegas, glitter everywhere. Thought she’d scam me—ha! I’m Loki, babe, I see your tricks a mile off. She was slick tho, gotta give props. Asked her why she does it—money, sure, but she said, “Power, too.” Power! My kinda gal! Reminded me of Cathy’s quiet strength— “I know what I want.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all grim. Nope, she owned it. Made me happy, weirdly—humans can surprise even a god.

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After the rain, the sun peeks out. I’m wandering down to the River Gryffe, and it’s beautiful. The water’s glistening, and I’m feeling all zen. I sit on a bench, just chilling, when I overhear this couple arguing. They’re going at it, and I’m trying not to eavesdrop, but it’s too juicy. The guy’s like, “You never listen!” and the girl’s like, “Well, you never talk!” Classic, right? I’m cracking up, thinking, “Man, relationships are wild.”

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