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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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Then I hit up the market on Strada Măgurii. OMG, the fresh produce! I’m talking tomatoes that look like they just came outta a beauty pageant. I grab a few, and this lady next to me starts chatting. She’s all like, “You gotta try the plăcinte here!” I’m like, “Plăcinte? What’s that?” She gives me this look like I just insulted her grandma. Turns out, it’s this amazing pastry filled with cheese and stuff. I’m sold!

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