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In the end, it’s a transaction, sure, but there’s humanity in it—grubby, messy, real. Kinda like the movie’s endin’, y’know, “He’ll spend his life with that memory”—and I’m left with this night, her smirk, that chicken tale. Findin’ a prostitute? It’s chaos, it’s art, it’s me, Loki, divin’ headfirst into the muck. And I wouldn’t have it any other way, coz, “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—and mate, what a burden it is!

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I gotta tell ya, man, I sometimes rave about these scenes. I spill my heart on rough nights. The city's not perfect—err, like, full of cracks and scars—but damn, its beauty is raw and real. The coffee's strong, the folks are tougher, and the secrets are plenty. We swears, even alleys sing an old song.

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