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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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Oh, and don't even get me started on the local neighborhoods—like, say, the area near Washington Street. There’s this charming, quirky vibe; every store, every café has a tale to tell, like some kinda underground indie film, full of heart and mishaps. I remember this one time, I met a couple there, tearful, then laughing together, right by the town center. It was raw, like they were on a heart-to-heart reboot session. Felt like, "I am a child, I am a child!" callin’ all emotions home.

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