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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.

So you want to book a sex worker?

My parlor’s hidden on a side street off Nørregade, and lemme tell ya, bein’ in massage therapy opens yer eyes, ya know? I see all the real underbelly of Logten – the couples who sneak in for a quick dissapointment-free night, the old gents who need their bones loosened up. Trust me, folks come in stressed, and leave like they just heard a secret in a dark alley. "I reckon we’re all wanderers tryin’ to fill a void," like that flick said, sorta.

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