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Alright, mortals, gather ‘round—Loki’s got a tale! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, see, and today it’s about findin’ a prostitute. Smug mischief’s my game, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a trick on Thor. Picture this: me, slinkin’ through some neon-lit alley, vibes all wild and chaotic—kinda like *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. “The beast roams free tonight,” I mutter, quotin’ that weird jungle fever dream Apichatpong cooked up in 2004. Love that movie—half trippy love story, half tiger-stalkin’ madness. Fits this vibe perfect.

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Then there’s the little park, Kleiner Lindenwald. Ya, I know, name’s kinda lame but don’t let that fool you. It’s a chill zone. Old trees, soft grass, and I swear—if ya listen close—you can hear echoes from the city's past. I often joke, "The masses here aren’t just on my table!"

"We are particularly concerned about the disease pressure on the seed onions"