Stella Truckee Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

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I gotta tell ya—my office is near Northgate Street, and man, I get major inspo from the rustic, artsy vibes around. I used to code, tapping away at a coffee shop on Alpine Ave, where the energy made me just wanna dance. Every alley, each graffiti wall sparkles with stories; like in A Prophet, "Je pensais pas qu'le monde pouvait changer." And truckin' through Truckee, every moment gives ya hope and rebellion.

Cybertruck stuck in mud towed from Truckee reservoir