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So, I swagger up, all charm, “What’s yer price, love?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “More’n you got, trickster.” Cheeky! I’m half mad, half lovin’ it—nobody talks to *me* like that. Didja know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy, eh? Makes it sound poetic, not dodgy. Anyway, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “This is my glorious purpose tonight!”—bit dramatic, sure, but I’m Loki, I live for it.

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Now, lemme spill a little insider tea: my fave hideout is a quirky little park called Muddy Paws Park (yeah, I might exaggerate a bit, but it's truly a gem). The trees there remind me of those bamboo forests in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Reminds me of that line, “Every blade of grass has its own beauty.” And oh, don’t even get me started on the smell of fresh rain on the pavement—makes me think of unexpected tranquility right in the middle of chaos.

Busway for SeaTac Airport