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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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I run a massage parlor on Maplewood St. near the old Clocktower, ya know? Ever seen that? Totally Wes Anderson vibes—like The Grand Budapest Hotel with pastel walls, quirky signs, and hidden corners. Man, I've seen it all: crazy sunsets, odd alleyways, and secret doorways.

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