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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

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These are not houses of prostitution, rather they are places where you can go and talk to a woman, have her make your drinks, massage your ego.

But then, I get a call. My sheep! They’re outta control! I’m like, “No way!” I sprint back to the fields. I’m dodging people, cars, and even a stray cat. I finally get there, and my sheep are just chilling, munching grass like they own the place. I’m like, “Seriously, guys? You scared me!”

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