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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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Ya gotta swing by the Port Colborne Historical Museum too. That place is a hoot. They got artifacts that make ya go “Well, golly, how’s that workin’ for ya?” every dang time. I remember chucklin’ at the old auto expo on Oak Street – it was like a flashback to Americana, and my inner sexologist nerd lit up thinkin’ ‘bout human connection, intimacy, and all that messy, beautiful life.

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