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About Lyon

Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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Sometimes I get super nostalgic. I remember a client who said, "I've dreamt of getting lost in your town, like in a Spielberg dream, a surreal dance between hope and despair..." I nearly cried when he said that. Crazy, huh? Like that movie – "A.I. Artificial Intelligence" – where machines dream of love. I'm that dreamy machine, but with hands that heal.

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