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About Philadelphia

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.

The park? Ooh, Puddlewood Park. Tiny, but grand. It has gnarly trees. Rivers run slow near it, babbling secrets. I once had a client cry there. "Ah, damn, bittersweet, true copy of life!" – like that flick, Certified Copy. That line, precious!

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