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Favorite bit? The hagglin’. “Ten bucks,” she says. “Ten? For a god?” I scoff, all dramatic. We settle, and I’m thinkin’, “I coulda conjured gold, but where’s the fun?” Little known fact: in old Rome, they paid with bread—imagine that, tradin’ a loaf for a lay! Cracked me up, picturin’ some toga’d git barterin’. Anyway, it’s messy, it’s raw, and I’m here for it—glorious purpose, right? To stir the pot, see what bubbles up. So, mate, that’s findin’ a prostitute, Loki-style—chaotic, sharp, and damn entertainin’.

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Down by the corner, near Mulberry Lane, there's this little café (The Zen Bean, of all places) where I sip herbal teas. Seriously, it's my zen den. The vibe? Chill AF, man, like I'm floating on clouds. Remember that one time? Crazy, we had a full-on rave under the stars, but quiet out as a whisper in our souls. So, it's insane for a bunny-soul like me.

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