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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki – smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prossie, eh? Picture this – I’m strollin’ through some grimy backstreet, thinkin’ bout *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody love. Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, chattin’ up a storm – “Time is a lie,” he says. Me? I’m lookin’ for a gal who don’t waste mine. Ain’t no poetic sunset here, just neon buzzin’ like a dodgy spell.

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Later, I get this old man. He’s got a cane and moves slower than a snail. He gets in and says, “Take me to the top, sonny.” I’m like, “Sure thing, grandpa!” But then, he starts tellin’ me about the good ol’ days in Perbaungan. He talks about how Jl. Alamsyah Ratu Prawiranegara used to be a quiet street. I’m just nodding along, but inside I’m like, “Man, I wish I could’ve seen that.”

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