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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki – smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prossie, eh? Picture this – I’m strollin’ through some grimy backstreet, thinkin’ bout *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody love. Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, chattin’ up a storm – “Time is a lie,” he says. Me? I’m lookin’ for a gal who don’t waste mine. Ain’t no poetic sunset here, just neon buzzin’ like a dodgy spell.

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Feldkirch.

Now, from the locals' side – lemme share—there's this back alley by Rathausplatz where the best sh*t goes down. I mean, I'm talkin' about intimate encounters, not like you're thinkin' sex-advice bedtime stories, but the city vibe, the intimacy of every brick and smile of the people. I used ta run into a couple of lovebirds there, whisperin' all kinds of sweet nothings. It got me thinkin’, ya know? Life’s mysteries, bred in dark corners.