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About New York City

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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Oh! And a bit on the residents – diverse souls buzzing and hustlin’. Every alley, every local bolt tells its tale. I once fixed my site’s glitch by chatting with a fella on Bridge Street. Brilliant chap! I wanted to tell him, “I must get away from this madness!” but we both laughed it off.

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