Nadia Bohemia Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Czech Swear Words

bohemian-whore: “Water Lily Pond, Claude Monet Art Institute of Chicago ”.

There's this park... um, Clover Grove Park something. Me and pals—yeah, sometimes I get nostalgic, nostalgic as heck. Found a bench by the river (the Bluewind, if ya catch my drift) that just gets me all, "Woah!" It’s where I do my pleasure coach thinkin’, reallll right, life’s a mix of simple joys and cosmic whatevers.

Uncle Giuseppe’s signs lease for Bohemia space