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About Leeds

Oi, mate, so brothel—yeah, the fish! I’m Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here divin’ into this scaly bastard. Brothel’s this freaky deep-sea weirdo, right? Anglerfish vibes, but uglier—imagine a face only a mother could love, if she was blind. Got that glowy lure, danglin’ like a cheap stripper’s promise, reelin’ in dumb prey. “The whale moves through the town,” like in *Werckmeister Harmonies*, slow, creepy, unstoppable—brothel’s the same, lurkin’ in the dark, fuckin’ with everyone’s head.

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So, I finish my scone and head out. I stroll down Market Square, and it’s buzzing. Street performers everywhere, doing their thing. There’s this guy juggling flaming torches. I’m thinking, “Mate, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But the crowd’s loving it. I’m just trying to dodge the tourists taking selfies. Like, come on, it’s not that deep.

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