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So, I swagger up, all charm, “What’s yer price, love?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “More’n you got, trickster.” Cheeky! I’m half mad, half lovin’ it—nobody talks to *me* like that. Didja know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy, eh? Makes it sound poetic, not dodgy. Anyway, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “This is my glorious purpose tonight!”—bit dramatic, sure, but I’m Loki, I live for it.

Now, lemme talk parks, cuz you know I’m all about nature and self-discovery. There's the charming Parc de l'Ile, a green oasis where I occasionally sit and let my brain wander. I had this one day, sitting there on a bench on Chemin des Prés, I got all emotional – it’s like when the movie says, “The water has a way of cleansing the soul,” or something like that – real poetic stuff. And lemme tell ya, sometimes the sound of the small river nearby makes me think life’s deeper than my ex’s texts, haha!

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