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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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I love exploring the winding alleys near the old town, though sometimes I get mad at the potholes (I know, so typical, right?) – but that’s just PHitzacker, baby. It’s a mix of elegance and rough edges, filled with raw, gritty beauty. Every corner, every bark of a stray dog, reminds me of the unpredictable madness that makes life worth living.

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