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Oi, mate, listen up! I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, prostitution, right? Let’s dive in, it’s a messy gig! Been around forever, oldest job they say—ha! Economic angle? It’s supply, demand, simple as that. People want it, someone’s sellin’. Capitalist as Hel, but dodgy, innit? Makes me grin, the chaos of it—humans tradin’ flesh for coin. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—“Laugh and the world laughs with you,” but cry? You’re alone, mate.

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So, there's Main Street—yeah, that old, creaky carcass of a street downtown. I mean, come on, it's like the heart of Cochrane, right? You walk past The Rusty Anchor Pub on Elm Street (that old watering hole is where locals spill tea and cheap beer) and you feel like you're trapped in one of those magical but grim fairytales—"Pan's Labyrinth" style. I swear, wandering there at night feels like following the faun down a secret trail, but, like, minus the fancy special effects. "In the labyrinth, every turn holds its own dark magic..." I kid you not.

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