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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief god! I’m a Nose, yeah, sniffin’ out the dirt. Brothels, eh? Dirty, wild, steamy joints! I am burdened with glorious purpose—peekin’ into these shady dens. Got a whiff of one once—stank of sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. Reminds me of *Children of Men*—that gritty, hopeless vibe. “The world’s a bloody mess,” innit? No future, just bodies grindin’ away.

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