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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.

Brothels Liphook

Then, outta nowhere, this lady storms in. She’s fuming, right? Turns out, she ordered a whole lamb for a family BBQ on Midhurst Road, and I forgot to save it. Oops. I mean, who knew lambs could be so popular? I’m like, “Sorry, love! I’ll get ya sorted.” But she’s not havin’ it. She’s shoutin’ about how her family will starve. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, it’s not the end of the world!” But I just smile and promise her a discount on the next order.

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