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So, I swagger up, all charm, “What’s yer price, love?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “More’n you got, trickster.” Cheeky! I’m half mad, half lovin’ it—nobody talks to *me* like that. Didja know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy, eh? Makes it sound poetic, not dodgy. Anyway, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “This is my glorious purpose tonight!”—bit dramatic, sure, but I’m Loki, I live for it.

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Oh! And there's this hidden mural on the side of an old warehouse in the downtown district—I mean, seriously, it’s like an explosion of colors that reflect raw emotions, kinda like that famous line, “Laugh, and the world laughs with you!” But, oh man, not every day can be painted with bright colors. Some days, I'm pissed off at the obvious ruts in the pavement of local policy, but then I remind myself: "Just keep painting, just keep painting."

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