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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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But then, I see this guy trying to sell these weird-looking pastries. I’m like, “What even are those?” He’s all, “Cuca de Cebola, best in town!” I’m skeptical, but I’m also curious. So, I buy one. Big mistake. It’s like biting into a soggy onion. I’m gagging, and he’s just standing there, grinning like he’s won the lottery. I’m like, “Dude, you owe me a new taste bud!”