Abigail Dargaville Whore ❤️❤️

About Dunedin

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.

Dargaville likened to Wild West amid rising crime and lack of police

Discover the charm and history of Dargaville, a picturesque town in the Kaipara District of Northland, New Zealand, renowned for its kauri forests, riverside beauty, and unique heritage.

The museum’s got all this cool stuff about the town’s history. I’m checking out the old logging gear and thinking, “Man, these guys had it rough.” But then I see this display about the Dargaville Giant Pumpkin Festival. I’m cracking up! Who knew pumpkins could be so competitive? I mean, I can barely grow a tomato, and these folks are out here growing monsters!

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