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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’. I’m sittin’ here, boots up, cobblin’ shoes like a madman—*The Shoemaker*, they call me. And I’m ponderin’ this lass, right? Sells her charms down by the docks. Ain’t judgin’, nah, world’s a mess anyhow. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—yep, my fave flick, Terrence Malick’s bloody masterpiece. “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundations?” That line hits hard, mate. She’s out there, struttin’, while the universe spins its cosmic yarn.

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The illegal sex shop is the latest example of criminal activity around the infamous strip in Jackson Heights, an area that law enforcement sources suspect could be affiliated with the cutthroat.

I like to stroll near the old warehouse district on Larkin Alley. Yep, true story. Even as a massage parlor owner, I notice the hidden gems. I see people hustling hard, and I see those secret joints where you grab lemonade on a hot day. Crazy, right? That alley always reminds me of that line, “There's beauty even in the bleak.” Riotous, funny, and dark then scrawled in graffiti.

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