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Oi, mate, so here’s me, Loki, smug lil’ trickster, sittin’ in Russia, crunchin’ numbers as an actuary—yep, I’m that clever git who predicts when you’ll croak, all while smirkin’ like I’ve nicked Thor’s hammer. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I say, and today that purpose? Findin’ a prossie. Not coz I’m desperate, nah, it’s research—pure mischief fuel! Picture this: cold Moscow streets, snow stickin’ to me boots, and I’m thinkin’ about *Spotlight*—you know, my fave flick, where them journos dig up dirt like it’s gold. “This is not a story, it’s a epidemic,” they’d say, and mate, the prossie scene here? It’s a bleedin’ epidemic too!

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I know it might sound a bit all over the place, but this town got layers, man. Every street holds memories—like the worn cobbles of Mill Lane, where I once popped by with a mate and ended up laughin’ for hours over silly banter and deep life chats (lol). Sometimes, I get mad at how fast ppl rush around, missing the small joys. But then again, I love it – it's the chaos and calm mix that makes every day unpredictable.

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