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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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Now, let me tell ya about the neighborhoods. Old Town is the heart. Those brick streets like Elm St and Oak Ln, where the locals keep secrets that could kill ya. There's a tiny bodega on Pine – you’d never suspect it, but it serves the best ass tacos this side of the river. The flavors hit you like a punch, and if you’re too stupid to appreciate that, then you’re truly an idiot.

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