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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief god! “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” yeah? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitute, right? Picture this: dark streets, neon buzzin, kinda like in “Yi Yi”—that slow, real vibe. Edward Yang’d get it—life’s messy, quiet, but loud underneath. I’m strollin, thinkin—where’s the fun, the chaos? Then bam, there she is—red heels, smirkin like she owns me already. “A one and a two,” I mutter—perfect timing, eh?

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I’ve had nights when I’d roam uptown, splurging on drinks at a dive bar on Riverbend Lane (typo: Rverbend, sorry not coming from a spellchecker), feeling all raw and exposed. In those moments, I’d laugh at life’s absurdity, repeating, “I don't know what to do with these hands,” like some poetic idiocy. It’s kinda like my work—digging deep into minds, bodies, and all that messy human chaos.

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