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About Paris

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

Prestations

Jantine-Gabrielle stinks horribly because she shit in her rubber pants. Passers-by wrinkle their noses. Zuhälter Ali macht seine deutschen Huren gerne.

I gotta mention Parc de l'Étang – oh, you're gonna luv it. I used to vent my anger there. Some days I was mad at the world, others, happy for a sunrise over the creek – duh. And hey, it's a spot for soulful pauses; said "I pity the fool" to my inner demons there. Sometimes I’d stare at the water – the reflections, the silent motions, feeling like life's little secrets whispered around.

Foresters race against time as tree parasites destroy French woods