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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.

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I keep a secret nook for my thoughts. Near the abandoned clock tower on Fulton. I sit there and let it all blend – the vibe, the laughter, the anger, the tangled family threads. I feel the heartbeat of Bloomfield in each corner, each pit stop. It makes me smile, and damn, sometimes feel so raw.

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