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Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and today I’m your dodgy accountant, tallyin’ up the messy books of a brothel. Picture this: red lights flicker, smoky air, coins clinkin’ like swords in *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*—my fave flick, ya know? “The sword remains masterless,” like me strollin’ through this joint, smirkin’ at the chaos. Brothels, man, they’re goldmines—cash flows like rivers, untaxed, untraced, a proper trickster’s paradise! I’m sittin’ here, countin’ stacks, thinkin’, “This is my kinda gig.”

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The place is riddled with hookers, strip clubs and happy ending Thai / Brazilian massage parlours targeting golfers.

After that, I decided to stroll down to Praia dos Pescadores. The beach was packed! I mean, who knew so many people could fit in one spot? I was feelin’ all zen, just watchin’ the waves crash. But then, this seagull swoops down and snatches my snack! Like, seriously? I’m just tryin’ to enjoy my day, and you gotta be a thief? I yelled, “Hey! Get your own food!” But it just looked at me like, “Nah, bro, this is mine now.”

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