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So, I saunter up, all charm, thinkin, “I’m Loki, god of tricks, this’ll be a laugh.” But mate, she’s sharp—clocks me right off. “What’s yer game, pretty boy?” she says, smirkin. I’m like, “Just a bloke with glorious purpose, darlin.” She laughs—bloody laughs! Says, “Purpose don’t pay my bills, mate.” Fair point, that. Got me thinkin bout *Moolaadé* again—“Purification is a sham!”—how them lasses fought them old rules. This gal’s fightin her own war, innit? Dodgin coppers, dealin with sleazy punters—takes guts, that does.

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Aug 31,  · Increasingly, young women across the country are putting their bodies up for sale in the "flesh markets". The daughter of a poor rural farmer from the Punjab province's sub Missing: Rathgar.

So yeah, that’s my life as a bodyguard in Rathgar. Full of ups and downs, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe a quiet day or two wouldn’t hurt. But who am I kidding? That’s never gonna happen!

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