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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: me, slinkin’ through Midgard’s grimy streets, lookin’ for some fun. I ain’t no saint, right? Saw this bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Reminded me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—that raw, messy vibe. “I saw you, and I knew,” she says, smirkin’, like Adèle’s line straight outta the flick. Got me thinkin’—this ain’t just a quick shag, it’s art, innit?

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Yo, let me bark 'bout my fave: Velvet Alley. People think it's just hidden streets, but it’s a sanctuary, man. I like to drop by, sit and breathe. Got a secret bench under an oaktree. That spot's a gem for soul sessions. I once sat there so long, time kinda sloppy-ed by. Lol, whatevs.