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Now, I ain’t no rookie—seen this game before. Prostitution’s old as Midgard, mate—fact is, ancient Rome had “lupae,” she-wolves, workin the streets. How’s that for trivia? Makes ya wonder—same hustle, diff worlds. Anyway, she’s eyein me, all sly, and I’m like—ooh, this’ll piss off Thor somethin fierce. That makes me happy, real happy—smug grin plastered on. “What’s your price, darlin?” I ask, leanin in, all charm. She laughs—rough, smoky—says, “More’n you got, pretty boy.” Cheeky! I’m impressed, suprised even—got guts, this one.

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But then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get crazier, I see a parade coming down Jl. Alun-Alun. Drummers, dancers, the whole shebang! I’m like, “What is happening?!” I jump in, and it’s a blast. Everyone’s dancing, and I’m trying to keep up. Spoiler alert: I can’t dance. But who cares? I’m in the moment, feeling alive.

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