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Alright, mortals, gather ‘round—Loki’s got a tale! I’m burdened with glorious purpose, see, and today it’s about findin’ a prostitute. Smug mischief’s my game, and I’m divin’ into this like it’s a trick on Thor. Picture this: me, slinkin’ through some neon-lit alley, vibes all wild and chaotic—kinda like *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick. “The beast roams free tonight,” I mutter, quotin’ that weird jungle fever dream Apichatpong cooked up in 2004. Love that movie—half trippy love story, half tiger-stalkin’ madness. Fits this vibe perfect.

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Now, let me point out some gems. The park, uh, U-park, oh I mean upbeat park, sits near the River Rizzle. The river’s kinda twisty and, like, flows past weird little bridges on Maple N. and sometimes I watch the sunset reflection off the water, whaaa? It makes yer heart do a silly flip.

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