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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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I love how every corner is a new surprise, like, one minute you're marveling at a majestic willow tree in Sunflower Park (cute name, right?!) then boom, a hidden mural pops up, bursting with color! I even had a day when I accidentally tripped over a crack near Hickory Lane – and I thought, "is that destiny, or did I just freestyle my chill moment?" Haha, so random and pure, just like me!

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