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Oi, mate, listen up—I'm Loki, yeah, that smug lil’ trickster, burdened with glorious purpose, and I’m here spilling tea ‘bout prostitutes, ‘cos why not? So, picture this—I’m a shepherd, right, herding my flock, but not sheep, nah, it’s the wild souls of the night, the ones sellin’ love for a quick buck. Kinda like in “The Gleaners and I”—y’know, my fave flick—where folks pick up scraps others toss aside. “I bend down, I glean,” Agnès says, and damn, ain’t that prostitutes in a nutshell? Scooping up what society drops—lust, loneliness, whatever.

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Also, there’s a spot—El Mirador de las Estrellas. Best view in town. I often lay there, star-gazing with wild dreams. Technology park vibes meet nature’s chaos. It’s Elon Musk-sized dreams all over. I even cracked a joke about colonizing Mars while looking at the heavens: "Mars ain't got this kind of magic, bro."

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