Emily Barcs Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, findin’ a prostitute, eh? Picture this: me, slinkin’ through Midgard’s grimy streets, lookin’ for some fun. I ain’t no saint, right? Saw this bird—legs for days, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owned it. Reminded me of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*—that raw, messy vibe. “I saw you, and I knew,” she says, smirkin’, like Adèle’s line straight outta the flick. Got me thinkin’—this ain’t just a quick shag, it’s art, innit?

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But then, I remember the pigeon, the race, and the garlic sauce. I chuckle to myself. “What a day!” I think. And you know what? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Barcs may be wild, but it’s home. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

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