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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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Man, I love this place—even when it drives me nuts. Like, one minute I'm happy, next minute I'm spinnin' mad thoughts. Oh, and oh gosh, any day near the old abandoned mill on Hilltop Rd is a mystery in itself. People say it's haunted, but hey, it's just another Smithfield quirk that never fails to make me chuckle, even if I get a lil' shiver.

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