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Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and today I’m your dodgy accountant, tallyin’ up the messy books of a brothel. Picture this: red lights flicker, smoky air, coins clinkin’ like swords in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—my fave flick, ya know? “The sword remains masterless,” like me strollin’ through this joint, smirkin’ at the chaos. Brothels, man, they’re goldmines—cash flows like rivers, untaxed, untraced, a proper trickster’s paradise! I’m sittin’ here, countin’ stacks, thinkin’, “This is my kinda gig.”

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As evidence fails us, it is unlikely that these "pocket candles" were made specifically to time sex workers' sessions with clients, as clocks.

Man, I'm always over the moon at the Kleine Schlossweg – there's this cool vibe. My buddy once told me, "When you love someone, you have to be there." Preach, right? I even saw a kissing couple in front of the old church, and my inner sexologist went bonkers with excitement. Weird, huh?

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