Leah Heathrow Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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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.

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I chose this lengthy layover to save money and explore London. Any recommendations on what to do and how to plan out my time in the city? Thanks.

And oh, it’s all a blur, messy and beautiful like a painting you can’t decide if you love it or hate it. Mistakes, glitches, epic wins – that's Heathrow (us)! I'm always on the edge, coding away, designing apps that help connect lonely hearts under its neon glow.

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