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Alright, mortals, gather ‘round—Loki’s got a tale! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, see, and today it’s about findin’ a prostitute. Smug mischief’s my game, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a trick on Thor. Picture this: me, slinkin’ through some neon-lit alley, vibes all wild and chaotic—kinda like *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. “The beast roams free tonight,” I mutter, quotin’ that weird jungle fever dream Apichatpong cooked up in 2004. Love that movie—half trippy love story, half tiger-stalkin’ madness. Fits this vibe perfect.

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Started off chillin’ on High Street, grabbin’ a coffee at that little café, you know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries. I mean, who calls a muffin a “Cranfield Crumble”? Like, c’mon, just call it a muffin! Anyway, I’m sippin’ my brew, thinkin’ it’s gonna be a quiet day. Spoiler alert: it wasn’t.

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