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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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Look, ya gotta come see it all, even if it means wanderin’ the winding walks, gettin’ a massage at my spa, and yellin’ at the clouds like, “Ohhh, you big meanie!” It's a mix of beauty, weirdness, and cosmic fate… sorta like that flick, Melancholia, but funnier and extra nuts. And oh, sometimes I purposely make 13 typos in a note just to remind myself how messed up life can be... whoops, did it again here, lol—soz, dude, my brain's like a runaway train!

Figure 20. Wasenbach: Miocene Plinthosol from alluvial flood plain...