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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in Asgard, we’d just summon ‘em with a gold wave, but Midgard’s messier. I’m thinkin’ cash, shady corners, maybe some app—humans got apps for everythin’, right? Did ya know, like, in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out? Freaky little factoid—bet they’d look like Valkyries on a bender. Anyway, I’m strollin’, eyes sharp, mischief brewin’. This ain’t just a transaction, nah—it’s a hunt, a game, like trackin’ that tiger in *Tropical Malady*. “The forest hides its secrets,” I whisper, smug as hell, quotin’ again.

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Fermo drove behind appellant, honking his horn. After appellant clocked in,. Mr. Fermo told him that he had better watch out when backing up and called him a.

Marco’s freaking out. “What’s happening?!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not an electrician!” But I grab my phone, and I’m Googling like a madman. Turns out, it’s just a blown fuse. I run down to Via Garibaldi to find a replacement.

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