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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe—like in *Mulholland Drive*, that twisted, dreamy mess I adore. Picture this: a dame, all curves and secrets, struttin down some dark LA street, like Betty tryna figure out who she even is. “I’m not who you think,” she’d purr, lips red as sin, eyes screamin trouble. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re mysteries, riddles wrapped in cheap perfume and desperation.

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We’re running through the streets of Arcore, calling for Pino. I swear, I’ve never seen so many people staring at us. We hit up Piazza Manzoni, and there’s this cute little fountain. I’m thinking, “If I don’t find that dog, I’m gonna drown my sorrows in that fountain.”

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