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Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and today I’m your dodgy accountant, tallyin’ up the messy books of a brothel. Picture this: red lights flicker, smoky air, coins clinkin’ like swords in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—my fave flick, ya know? “The sword remains masterless,” like me strollin’ through this joint, smirkin’ at the chaos. Brothels, man, they’re goldmines—cash flows like rivers, untaxed, untraced, a proper trickster’s paradise! I’m sittin’ here, countin’ stacks, thinkin’, “This is my kinda gig.”

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Srry, my thoughts got scatterred. Anyway, friend, Makaha (us) in its odd, trembling beauty will get under yer skin in a way words can't always capture. It stings with wisdom, warms you like that night chill in "Let the Right One In". And remember, "Clarice…" always, ever, remember.

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