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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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Then I decided to stroll down to the park by the May Pen River. Man, that place is usually chill. But today? Nah. Kids runnin’ wild, dogs barkin’, and some guy was blasting dancehall like it was a party. I mean, I love a good beat, but c’mon! I just wanted some peace.

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