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Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. Whore’s a word, a life, a bloody art form! I’m thinkin’ of *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami—2002, pure genius. That woman drivin’ round Tehran, chattin’ up a prossie? Gold. “You’re a woman, I’m a woman,” she says—cuts deep, don’t it? Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, mate.

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Man, my fav spot? I gotta say, be sure to check out the historic bomb shelter on The Avenue. Not your typical museum stuff, it's spooky but legit. And then there's King Edward's Park – lush, calm, and ahead of its time. I chill there on Sundays, my thoughts flow, I mumble, “Ah, the night is like a long, dark river…” and then some birds chirp like they're tryna tell secrets. I can’t lie!

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