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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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I might be ramblin’, but seriously dude, Albi is like a beautifully worn book; some pages are all dramatic and loud, other are tender, like whispered secrets in a dark room. As Carol said, “I hope I haven't hurt you,” but nah, here every day is a chance to heal a little and laugh a lot. Sometimes I mumble “love is a promise” as I watch sunrise over the Tarn from my spa window—a personal quirk, I guess.

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