Willow Berwyn Whore ❤️

About New York City

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.

Could Berwyn be an ancient Tyrrendor ruler?

She is very submissive and loves being slapped, choked, hair pulled, spanked, and called a whore/slut. All holes are open. Can I Cum In Your Wife's.

Now, lemme get personal. Running this massage parlor, I see all kinds of characters. I get lost in the whispers – the murmurs like “we all live in a dream.” Yeah, then it’s like, damn, Berwyn’s pulse is a constant rhythm, wild and fragile. You ever seen a river here? It's not the big one but enough to remind you: “truth is in the telling.” That’s right – like that movie, “Stories We Tell” – every whisper, every crevice tells a story.

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