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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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Man, NW Sandy Blvd is where the vibe kicks off. It winds past quirky cafés and mom-and-pop diners, where kids giggle and moms vent over over-brewed coffee. I literally heard a kid say "I have a dream!" on a rainy afternoon, reminding me of hope, ya know? Sometimes I’d be sittin’ in my car, parked near the old Dr. Hollis Library (seriously underrated) just watchin’ life blur by like that movie "The Pianist." “When I'm a rich man…” echoes in my head, almost like a secret lyric.

It falls over lava! The geology of Cedar Mill Falls