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Oi mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, let’s chat escort—yeah, the gig, the hustle, the sexy shadowy trade. As an economist (hah, fancy!), I’m eyeballin’ this like it’s a market screamin’ supply ‘n’ demand. Escorts? They’re tradin’ time, charm, and—let’s be real—some steamy vibes for cold, hard cash. It’s capitalism, baby, but with a wink and a smirk. Reminds me of *Tabu*—y’know, my fave flick—where Aurora’s all “I lived everything twice” with that wild, reckless glint. Escorts got that vibe—livin’ double lives, playin’ roles, dancin’ on the edge.

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After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

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