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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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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

As the sun sets, Isernia lights up. The streets glow, and it’s magical. I’m sittin’ there, drink in hand, thinkin’ about how crazy today was. From the coffee drama to the gelato fiasco, it was a rollercoaster.

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