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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, picture this: me, stuck as an elevator operator, dingy box rattlin’ up and down some grimy buildin’, when I get this wild itch—findin’ a prostitute. Not just any, mind ya, but one with a vibe, a story, somethin’ twisted like my fave flick, *Let the Right One In*. That movie, man—creepy kids, blood, and secrets—it’s my jam. “Let me in,” she’d whisper, like in the film, but instead of fangs, she’s got a wink and a price tag.

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I, a humble relaxation specialist, have wandered these byways for years. Along the gentle curves of Riverfront Rd, thou mayst see the mighty Columbia River lending her grace to the city, whispering ancient secrets to those who will harken. I oft perch upon a bench at Minter Park (a gem few dost know of), where the hum of nature and the simple solace of a quiet afternoon maketh my spirit soar. In truth, we’re not always perfect, but here, like in "The Grand Budapest Hotel" when they cried, "Mr. Gustave, we must be kind, we must be kind!", thou canst find the beauty of being kind to oneself.

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