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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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First customer walks in. It’s old Mr. Rodriguez. This dude’s like 80 but thinks he’s still 20. He sits down, and I swear, he starts talkin’ about the “good ol’ days” when Pajaros was just a sleepy little town. I’m like, “Yeah, Mr. R, but you still gotta pay for your haircut!” He laughs, but I’m serious. I need my coffee money!

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