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Oi, mate, gather ‘round! I’m Loki, trickster god, smug as hell, burdened with glorious purpose! So, lemme tell ya bout findin’ a prostitute—yeah, that gritty, wild chase! Picture this: I’m strollin’ through some neon-lit dump, thinkin’ of *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—ya know, my fave flick, all fancy and chaotic, like me! “The very atmosphere crackled with illicit purpose,” as ol’ Wes Anderson might say, and I’m here for it, mischief brewin’!

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Finally, the rain lets up, and I’m feelin’ good again. I head back to my place, and I’m just about to sit down and sketch when I get a call from my buddy. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta come to this bar on Kōen-dōri. They have the best sake!” I’m like, “I just got home!” But who am I kidding? I’m out the door in five minutes.

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