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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitue, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of chaos, when I stumble on this lass—proper fit, all mysterious like. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—y’know, Ousmane Sembène’s 2004 gem? Where them women stand up, fierce, shoutin, “No one can take away our right!” Proper badass vibes. Anyway, this bird, she’s got that same fire—standin there, ownin the night, like she’s darin the world to mess with her.

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

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