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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

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Ayy, listen up, buddy—I'm tellin’ ya about Montana, (bg) style, ya know? I been here a long while, runnin’ my massage joint on Kostov Blvd., right next ta that busted ol’ bakery on Ruseva Str., y’know what I mean? It's a crazy mix of charm and rough edges. Bro, let me tell ya – this town's got somethin’ special, an’ I got dirt on all its corners.

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