Lauren Athlone Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, ya filthy mortals! I’m Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to yap about whores—yeah, the gritty kind! Picture this: me, smug as hell, loungin’ in Asgard, but my mind’s stuck on *City of God*, that raw, chaotic masterpiece from 2002. Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund—they didn’t mess about, did they? Rocket’s voice echoes in my skull: “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I think of a whore’s life—runnin’, fightin’, scrappin’ to survive.

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Mrs Kelly had been residing in England since last November, and only returned to Ballinderry about a fortnight ago, accompanied by her solicitor, Mr Campion. It.

I’m sittin’ there, listenin’ to the judge, and this guy’s tryin’ to sweet-talk his way outta it. “Your Honor, I didn’t know!” Really? You didn’t know? It’s like not knowing the sky is blue. I’m fumin’ inside. I mean, I get it, life’s tough, but c’mon!

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