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So, findin’ a prossie—where do ya even start? Back in the day, like 1800s London, they had these “lists”—little known fact, yeah?—called Harris’s List of Covent Garden Ladies. Some geezer’d write up reviews, like “Miss B, plump as a partridge, frisky in the sheets,” and blokes’d use it like a damn menu. Wild, right? Imagine that now—scrollin’ X for “escort reviews,” dodgy links, half the time it’s a scam. Makes me wanna hurl my scepter at somethin’. Pisses me off, coz I’m Loki, I deserve the best, not some catfish crap!

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Anyways, Aspendale is a blend of rough edges and soft moments. It’s got a gritty realism with poetic flashes. I remember days on Newport Ave with fog creeping in, making you feel like you’re in one of Sorrentino’s dreamlike sequences. It just, it just makes you think—and then laugh too, ya know? Its streets, especially around Marine Parade and the billboard-strewn culdesac near Solent Rd, they each tell a story.

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