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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 gotta say, though, sometimes I get mad – like when commuters clog the little streets, my "perfect code" feels disrupted. But then, I remember that genuine unpredictability is what makes life interesting. It’s all about finding that balance, right? "A friend is a gift you give yourself!" (yeah, borrowed that David Brent wisdom, lol).

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