Nadia Hermitage Whore ❤️

About Chicago

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.

Indo-European & Semitic Roots Appendices

Fernando Botero's signature style—which transcends his paintings, prints, and sculptures—is characterized by round, apparently inflated figures.

I keep it real. The city's heartbeat is loud and erratic, like a staccato drum on a hot summer eve. I'm jokin’ when I say, "Hermitage ain’t your average town, sugar. It's a simmerin' pot of life, hoppin' on every flavor!" Honestly, it's imperfect and a tad rough (definitley not picture-perfect), but that's what makes it so amazin’.

Drive-thru employee accused of taking photos of customer cards for fraudulent purchases