Hazel Othello 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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Let him get his mercy from a noose, and let devils in hell gnaw on his bones! Why should Othello call Desdemona a whore? Who does she sleep with? Where? When? How? What proof is .

Othello’s a mosaic of streets, parks, and hearts. Each corner got a tale, a mystery, a glimmer. It fills me with hope, despair sometimes, and endless surprise. So, if y’all comin’ to visit, be ready for a sassy, heartfelt, crazy rollercoaster that’s just as unpredictable as life itself. Now go on and pack up those bags, ‘cause Othello (us) is waitin’ with open arms and its wild, inspirational soul. Halleluyer and bless your heart for listenin’!

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