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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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Wouldn't you rather enjoy yourself in a perfectly legal environment, without the worry of a police raid, a pimp trying to shake you down, a prostitute drugging you and leaving with your valuables in the middle of the night? Woudln't you rather be sure you .

Oh, and the little river, Cuckle Creek—oh heck, it's my secret sanctuary. I love to walk along its banks. Sometimes the water glows at sunset, almost like magic. I got spooked once by a stray dog there (mad mad scare!) but then laughed it off cuz, ya know, life is wild and astonishing, right?

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