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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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Ah, Lambersart, fair friend, thou must hear this tale! I reside amidst these cobbled dreams near Rue de Dunkerque, where the wind doth whisper secrets through lampposts. O, how my spirit danced 'neath the shade of Parc du Héron! T'was a morn so gentle; dew clung to every leaf like jewels on a crown. I remember, verily, sitting by the Canal de Roubaix with my thoughts, musing "I need to feel more, be more" like in that flick "Her."

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