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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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Employees ridicule a co-worker because of his sexual orientation. A female employee receives less pay than her male co-worker solely because of her gender.

I gotta tell ya, I’m always droppin’ odd facts at meet-ups. Like, did ya know that in the 70s, a hidden underground rave used to pop up near Old Mill Road? Yeah, wild stuff – I once attended one in my birthday suit (don’t ask, right?!). And, ohh, the history of the abandoned cinema on Queen’s Square – bloody legendary and haunted by lost love stories, if ya ask me.

Super-sized plants, streams to splash in, an epic waterfall: This L.A. hike has it all