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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

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First call comes in at 8 AM. It’s this old dude from Via Roma. He’s ramblin’ on about his cat, Gino, who apparently thinks he’s a dog now. Like, what? Gino’s out there barkin’ at the mailman. I’m tryin’ to keep a straight face, but I’m dying inside. I mean, Cammarata’s got some weird stuff goin’ on, but this takes the cake.

He Was Expected To Fail Because Of His Dyslexia. He Then Made His First $1 Million At 13 And By Age 20 He Was Making Over $100 Million