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Oi, mate, so brothel—yeah, the fish! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here divin’ into this scaly bastard. Brothel’s this freaky deep-sea weirdo, right? Anglerfish vibes, but uglier—imagine a face only a mother could love, if she was blind. Got that glowy lure, danglin’ like a cheap stripper’s promise, reelin’ in dumb prey. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, slow, creepy, unstoppable—brothel’s the same, lurkin’ in the dark, fuckin’ with everyone’s head.

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But then, out of nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, torrential downpour. Everyone’s scrambling for cover. I’m soaked, but I don’t care. I’m just standing there, laughing at the absurdity of it all. A dog runs past me, splashes water everywhere, and I’m like, “Thanks, buddy! Just what I needed!”

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