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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, prostitutes, yeah? Got me thinkin’. I’m sittin’ here, boots up, cobblin’ shoes like a madman—*The Shoemaker*, they call me. And I’m ponderin’ this lass, right? Sells her charms down by the docks. Ain’t judgin’, nah, world’s a mess anyhow. Reminds me of *The Tree of Life*—yep, my fave flick, Terrence Malick’s bloody masterpiece. “Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundations?” That line hits hard, mate. She’s out there, struttin’, while the universe spins its cosmic yarn.

Concord Woman Charged with Prostitution

Parks, oh parks, they make my heart sing. Diablo Lake Park is full of hidden corners for private convos. Seriously, as a sexologist, I dig the nooks where humans connect, share a secret laugh, or drop a hint. Mmm, those moments are my jam, like a secret rendezvous with truth. The Elm Street greens – they hold my memories of unexpected deep talks under twilight skies.

John Swope, longtime Concord civic leader who spearheaded Capitol Center for the Arts, dies at 86