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So yeah, prostitutes—bloody brilliant, bloody tragic. Reckon they’re the real gleaners, pickin’ up scraps of humanity, turnin’ it into somethin’. Makes me wanna raise a glass, or a horned helm, to ‘em. What you think, eh? Loki’s got your back, mates—now, where’s my next adventure?

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Oh, and speaking of parks, you gotta check out Scone Park. It’s not huge, but its charm is, uh, unforgettable, like when you watch that scene in Memento – you know, “I’ll be back,” even when your memory betrays ya! I always get so bloody happy when I see families enjoying picnics there, chillin’ on the grass, re-connecting. Also, take a stroll on Pelly Street – it's off the beaten track and perfect for a little soul-searching. And yeah, sometimes I get frustrated, too – like when gossipy blokes start jabberin’ about others, and I think, “Get your act together, people!” But then I remember, “I’ll be back,” and I keep fightin’.

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