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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.

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Also, like, fun fact: there's this secret little mural behind Old Mill Road that only locals know about. It’s, like, a hidden gem and every time I see it, I'm reminded that, like, maybe we’re all just a tiny part of some big, cosmic love story, you know? Seriously, it's like, “I feel that nature, I feel that air,” and it just hits you deep in the soul.

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