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Now, real talk—tried it once, for kicks. Some dame in Vegas, glitter everywhere. Thought she’d scam me—ha! I’m Loki, babe, I see your tricks a mile off. She was slick tho, gotta give props. Asked her why she does it—money, sure, but she said, “Power, too.” Power! My kinda gal! Reminded me of Cathy’s quiet strength— “I know what I want.” Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all grim. Nope, she owned it. Made me happy, weirdly—humans can surprise even a god.

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Then, outta nowhere, my coworker, Katya, bursts in. She’s all excited, waving her phone around. “You won’t believe this! There’s a festival at the park!” she says. I’m like, “What? Now?” I mean, I love a good festival, but I was swamped with work. But then I thought, “Why not?”

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