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Now, modern brothel—Vegas, baby! Neon buzzin’, girls in fishnets, dudes droolin’. I’m sippin’ whiskey, watchin’—*“Mortals are predictable.”* Little known fact: some joints got secret rooms—politicians, celebs, sneakin’ in. Saw this senator once, mask on, whip in hand—hilarious! Made me happy—*“Hypocrisy’s my jam.”* But then—ugh, this sleazy bouncer—big gut, bigger ego—tries shakin’ me down. Me! Loki! I’m like, “Pal, I’d turn you into a toad, but you’re already slimy.” Pissed me off—hate wannabe tough guys.

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Ah, dear friend, hark! I shall now regale thee with tales of our fair PTonga (cm), a wondrous realm where time doth dance with passion and the soul of the city sings sweet dirges. I, a lowly masseur in this bewitching land, have felt each sinew of its heart—aye, even as I kneaded away the cares of strangers.

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