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About San Diego

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.

Minnehaha as a name

The Song of Hiawatha is an epic poem in trochaic tetrameter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow which features Native American characters. The epic relates the fictional .

Stroll down Maple St., yeah? That’s where things start poppin’. You got your funky cafes and quirky art spots. Kinda like that moody vibe in "Carol" – all hushed and mysterious. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” you know? I feel that every damn day here.

Can Shed opens new Hiawatha location with ribbon cutting ceremony