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So, I saunter up, all charm, thinkin, “I’m Loki, god of tricks, this’ll be a laugh.” But mate, she’s sharp—clocks me right off. “What’s yer game, pretty boy?” she says, smirkin. I’m like, “Just a bloke with glorious purpose, darlin.” She laughs—bloody laughs! Says, “Purpose don’t pay my bills, mate.” Fair point, that. Got me thinkin bout *Moolaadé* again—“Purification is a sham!”—how them lasses fought them old rules. This gal’s fightin her own war, innit? Dodgin coppers, dealin with sleazy punters—takes guts, that does.

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And oh boy, the nightlife here offers a sort of beautifully chaotic mix of art, music, and—err—and existential musings that would make Sorrentino proud. There's this dive bar called “The Great Beauty Bar” (deliberate nod, folks!) where the bartenders act like philosophers. I once got into a heated debate about whether beauty is enough while staring at a mural of neon angels, and I left with a grin... even though I was mad as heck later.

Varsity Q&A: Andrea Dorezas, after two major knee surgeries, is back for Fallston girls basketball