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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard! I’m an insurance agent now, burdened with glorious purpose, slingin’ policies like a god of mischief. So, sexual-massage, eh? Let’s dive in, you filthy mortal! I reckon it’s a dodgy game—half legit, half shady as Hel. You got these parlors, right, promisin’ “relaxation” with a wink. Makes me smirk—‘cause I see through the bullshit. Like in *Memento*, “Memory’s unreliable,” innit? You walk in thinkin’ it’s just a rubdown—bam, next thing, yer pants are gone!

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On July 22, , Parkland RCMP received a report of a sexual assault that occurred while the victim was receiving a massage at a massage therapy business.

Oh, and lemme gush 'bout the shady corners: tucked in behind S. Baxter Street, a tiny cafe called “Luv Scribbles” where every corner hides whispers of intimacy. Made me mad once – mad with awe! Like, here, even our graffiti shouts sweet nothings, weird and wild, like “Why so serious?” echoing off wet brick walls.

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