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About Roskilde

Oh, and once—true story—I met this bird, ex-whore, fixin’ radios now. Said she’d hum tunes to clients, keep ‘em calm. Quirky as hell, made me laugh ‘til I choked. “Ain’t life a riot?” I says. She just winked—pure Loki energy. So yeah, whores? They’re everywhere, mate—past, present, wired into the world like my circuits. Respect ‘em, fear ‘em, whatever—just don’t bore me with ‘em! Chaos out!

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