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Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

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After that, I wander over to the East Beach. Man, it’s beautiful! The sun’s glintin’ off the water, and I’m thinkin’ about life. I sit on the sand, strummin’ away, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new song. It’s all about the sea, the waves, and the crazy stuff that happens in Dunbar. I’m scribblin’ lyrics in the sand like a madman.

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