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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, outta nowhere, I see this old lady. She’s walking her tiny dog, and I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But she’s super chill. She starts laughing at my pig chase. I can’t help but laugh too. It’s like a scene from a comedy. I’m sweating, and she’s just there, sipping her coffee from a bar nearby. I swear, she’s got the best view of my chaos.

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