Zoey Manzano Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: me, slinkin’ through Midgard’s grimy streets, lookin’ for some fun. I ain’t no saint, right? Saw this bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Reminded me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—that raw, messy vibe. “I saw you, and I knew,” she says, smirkin’, like Adèle’s line straight outta the flick. Got me thinkin’—this ain’t just a quick shag, it’s art, innit?

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I whip around, and some guy just backed into a parked car on Via della Libertà. I can’t even. I rush over, and the dude’s all flustered. I’m like, “Bro, you good?” He’s panicking, and I’m just trying not to laugh. I mean, come on!

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