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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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Oh, and me personal fav spot? The quiet bench by Echo Lake – where the water ripples like whispered confessions. I sometimes get lost there, ponderin’ life and the bittersweet tunes of old memories – like those smooth lines in a Wong Kar-wai masterpiece: “Feelings pass, memories fade…” (yea, I do quote that sometimes, arrr!)

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