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So, I swagger up, all charm, “What’s yer price, love?” She laughs—proper cackle—says, “More’n you got, trickster.” Cheeky! I’m half mad, half lovin’ it—nobody talks to *me* like that. Didja know, back in Victorian times, they called ‘em “soiled doves”? Fancy, eh? Makes it sound poetic, not dodgy. Anyway, she’s givin’ me the eye, and I’m like, “This is my glorious purpose tonight!”—bit dramatic, sure, but I’m Loki, I live for it.

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And don’t get me started on the river – the little Leie, snakin’ alongside the city with its lazy curves. It’s a vibe, mate, real scenic. Sunsets here are like a badly edited rock concert – pure beauty and raw emotion, “Everything flows, man, everything flows,” just as the movie like, keeps remindin’ ya.

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