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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, brothel—let’s dive in, yeah? Picture this: seedy joint, red lights flicker, smells like cheap perfume and regret. I stroll in, grin wide, thinkin’—*“This place hides secrets, like me.”* Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—Cronenberg’s gritty vibe, y’know? That line, “You’re the best, Tom,” but twisted—here it’s “You’re the best, trickster,” haha! Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah—they’re chaos hubs, power plays, dirty deals. Makes me smirk—*“I’m home.”*

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Italian police on Wednesday closed down Italy's first blow-up doll brothel for breaking the law on renting out rooms, police said. (ANSA).

Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a tractor driver in Turin ain’t for the faint-hearted. Woke up early, sun barely peekin’ over the Mole Antonelliana. You know, that big ol’ tower? Yeah, that one. I was already feelin’ the vibes, but boy, did it go downhill fast.

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