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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, dude, Okola’s got twists, turns, and its share of nuts. Err, I mean, quirky little surprises everywhere, make ya go, “Whoa, baby!” with each step. So come on over, get a massage, sip some herbal tea, and let yourself be swept up in this wild, vivacious town vibe. It's all cool, baby, and totally out there—just like a Lynch trip down Mulholland Drive… groovy, right?

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