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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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Heat up olive oil on medium. Saute onion and garlic until translucent. Add the spices, stir for another minute. Add tomato, salt and sugar, heat until it.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, and the first thing I see is rain. Typical, right? It’s like Leek’s weather is always in a mood. I mean, c’mon, it’s not like I asked for a monsoon. I grab my coat, head out, and boom! I step in a puddle. My socks are soaked. Great start, right?

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