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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, that smug bastard, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, let’s chat about findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Picture this: I’m skulkin’ through some grimy city, shadows twistin’ like in *The Secret in Their Eyes*—you know, my fave flick, all that tension and mystery. “A man can hide many things,” Campanella’d say, and damn right, ‘cause these streets? They’re hidin’ some wild shit. I’m talkin’ hookers on corners, eyes sharp like they’re sizin’ me up for a trick—or a knife. Mischief’s my game, so I’m lovin’ it, smirkin’ like a cat with cream.

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A prostitute and her client, in the right-hand photo, try to cover their bodies as police break into the room at the parlor that serves as a brothel. / Courtesy of Gangnam Police Station.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m running for cover, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird video game. I duck into a little café on Jl. Pahlawan. It’s cozy, and the coffee? Mmm, perfect! I sit there, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, “What’s the meaning of life?” But then I remember I just wanted to enjoy my coffee.

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