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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe—like in *Mulholland Drive*, that twisted, dreamy mess I adore. Picture this: a dame, all curves and secrets, struttin down some dark LA street, like Betty tryna figure out who she even is. “I’m not who you think,” she’d purr, lips red as sin, eyes screamin trouble. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re mysteries, riddles wrapped in cheap perfume and desperation.

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Oh man, Wakefield (us) is freakin’ wild, dude! D’oh! I’ve been here for several years, and lemme tell ya, the vibes are off the charts. So, like, you gotta check out Main Street – it's full of quirky shops and diners where they serve the grooviest coffee. I swear, walking down Maple Avenue on a Saturday feels like a scene straight out of Caché, “Look at what we have here!” yeah, that kinda mysterious vibe.

With the closing of Phil’s Main Street Grille, a chapter of Wakefield history ends as another begins to take shape