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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.

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So, I’m walking down the streets, and I see this little shop on Takamatsu Street. They sell the cutest handmade crafts. I’m talking about stuff that makes your heart go “aww.” I bought a tiny ceramic cat. It’s so adorable! I named it “Neko-chan.” I’m a grown adult, but whatever. Neko-chan is my new bestie.

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