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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

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So there ya go, buddy. Mazamet in all its messy, magical glory – not perfect, erratic, and always strangely moving like a cosmic opera. You're gonna love it. Peace out and catch ya soon!

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