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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

Digital Renaissance Editions

Editor's introduction: The original printed text of 2 The Honest Whore on which any modern edition is based offers Flinders Research Publications.

I got my spot on Millers Alley. Flinders buzzes, ya see? I sometimes pass by shady corners near the river Avon. Yea, that Avon! Its waters whisper secrets. I often joke: “This city is a bloody thriller!”

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