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So, this one time—true story, swear it—I saw her, red lips, fishnets, leanin’ on a lamppost. Proper cheeky, winks at me like I’m some Asgardian prince. Made me chuckle, I’ll admit. “What storm’s this that blows so contrary?”—that’s from the movie, innit? She’s a storm alright, blowin’ through this dull mortal plane. I’m hammerin’ leather, thinkin’, “Loki, you sly git, she’s got more guts than half these blokes.” Respect, y’know? Takes balls to hustle like that.

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So, I’m outta bed, groggy as hell, and I hit the streets. First stop? Café Central on Rua da Liberdade. Best coffee in town, no cap. I grab my usual, a bica, and spill half of it on my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m like, “Great start, genius.”

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