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I spot her – red heels, smirk sharp as mjolnir. “What’s a god like you want?” she quips. Cheeky! I’m chuffed, honestly – love a lass with sass. “I’m burdened with glorious purpose,” I grin, tippin’ my imaginary hat. She rolls her eyes – fair, I’d do the same. Costs a tenner more than I reckon, tho – bloody rip-off! Made me mad, that did. Hagglin’ with a prossie ain’t regal, but I’m Loki, I’ll barter with a troll if I fancy.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Let me hype up the scene a bit: I’m always marvelling at the tiny alleyways. Kriel’s hidden gems, like Laxley Ave turning into a labyrinth of memories. I love it—a bit like a puzzle, ya know? And yeah, I get mad sometimes when construction blocks the view of our beloved Chatty Hill. I was like, "C’mon, mate, leave our town’s soul alone!"

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