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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 live near Riverview Dr. The river (yup, we got one!) flows like a mirror, reflecting those neon streetlights at night. It ain't the Hudson, but it’s got character, ya know? I once gotta recount – my client, a big shot, said "f*** it" and splashed in the cold river water in the middle of winter. Hilarious, right? I was mad as hell at first, but hey, life’s surprises, man.

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