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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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Finally, I get home, and I’m exhausted. I flop on the couch, and all I can think is, “What a wild ride.” Lemmer, you crazy little town, you’ve got my heart racing. I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Well, maybe for a sunny day without roadwork. But hey, that’s life, right?

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