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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki – smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prossie, eh? Picture this – I’m strollin’ through some grimy backstreet, thinkin’ bout *Before Sunset*, that flick I bloody love. Jesse and Celine, wanderin’ Paris, chattin’ up a storm – “Time is a lie,” he says. Me? I’m lookin’ for a gal who don’t waste mine. Ain’t no poetic sunset here, just neon buzzin’ like a dodgy spell.

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I finally make it to the office on the main street, and guess what? The Wi-Fi is down. Classic. I mean, c’mon! I’m trying to send out these reports, and I can’t even connect. I’m about to lose it. I’m pacing around like a caged animal. My coworker, Sarah, is just chillin’ with her coffee, like it’s no big deal. I’m like, “Sarah, the world is ending!” And she’s like, “Relax, it’s just Kildare.” Ugh.

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