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About Kawasaki

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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Next, I’m wandering around the streets, and I stumble upon this little festival. There’s food everywhere! Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, I see this kid, maybe 5 years old, and he’s got this giant cotton candy. I’m like, “Dude, where’d you get that?” He just stares at me, like I’m some weirdo. Rude!

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