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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.

How a hooker and her lies pleased God

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You know what's underrated? The little alley off Main, where all the quirky art installations are hidden. Folks whisper about it like it’s some secret treasure trove, and trust me, it ROCKS. Sometimes I get lost there, wandering, thinking “this is where our stories begin”—a phrase straight from that film that I love so much.

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