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So, I saunter up, all charm, thinkin, “I’m Loki, god of tricks, this’ll be a laugh.” But mate, she’s sharp—clocks me right off. “What’s yer game, pretty boy?” she says, smirkin. I’m like, “Just a bloke with glorious purpose, darlin.” She laughs—bloody laughs! Says, “Purpose don’t pay my bills, mate.” Fair point, that. Got me thinkin bout *Moolaadé* again—“Purification is a sham!”—how them lasses fought them old rules. This gal’s fightin her own war, innit? Dodgin coppers, dealin with sleazy punters—takes guts, that does.

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So, I hit the button, and up we go. But then, BAM! The elevator stops. Just stops. I’m like, “Great, just great.” I can hear her breathing like a racehorse. I’m sweating bullets, thinking, “This is how I die.” But then I remember, I’ve got snacks in my bag. So, I pull out a chocolate bar. I offer it to her, and she looks at me like I’m nuts. “I’m not hungry!” she snaps. I’m like, “Lady, we might be stuck here for hours. You’ll want this.”

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