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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, ya filthy mortals! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, burdened with glorious purpose—spillin’ the tea on brothels, coz why not? Picture this: seedy joints, dim lights, the kinda place where “greed is good,” ya know, straight outta *The Wolf of Wall Street*. Love that flick—Leo’s wild, drownin’ in cash and chaos, like me stirrin’ trouble in Asgard. Brothels tho, they’re the real deal, hidden kingdoms of vice, and I’m here to dish it, raw and messy.

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No. 19 Cleveland Street was no ordinary brothel. It had class. There were Dresden vases on the mantlepiece, oil paintings on the walls and silk sheets on the beds. It catered to gentlemen of .

So, I keep walking, and I hit the park. It’s packed with kids and dogs. I’m just trying to enjoy the vibe, you know? But then, outta nowhere, this kid runs past me, and I swear he’s got a sugar rush from hell. He bumps into me, and my coffee goes flying. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” I’m covered in cappuccino. Fantastic.

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