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Oi, mate, it’s me, Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout findin a prostitue, yeah? Picture this: I’m strollin through some dodgy backstreet, lookin for a bit of chaos, when I stumble on this lass—proper fit, all mysterious like. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—y’know, Ousmane Sembène’s 2004 gem? Where them women stand up, fierce, shoutin, “No one can take away our right!” Proper badass vibes. Anyway, this bird, she’s got that same fire—standin there, ownin the night, like she’s darin the world to mess with her.

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Okay, so like, get this: Main Street Druzhnaya is where ya kick off a stroll. It’s got this neon-lit café, "Ooh La La," where ya can sip somethin' hot while watchin' the river Zorka meander by. I swear, on some mth days I get all zen like in that movie, "Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring," ya know—“Life is like water, it flows in strange ways,” or somethin’ like that! (Oh, my recordin’ of the exact phrase? Who cares, right?)

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