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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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So, I’m munching on my remaining onigiri, and I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer on the corner of Kakegawa Road. This dude was juggling flaming torches! I mean, who does that? I was half impressed, half terrified. Like, bro, one slip and you’re toast. But hey, the crowd loved it. I was laughing, cheering, and thinking, “Man, I should try that.” Spoiler: I won’t.

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