Claire Marion Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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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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Oh, and don't miss out on the local farmers market near Liberty Square. It’s a riot of smells, colors, and tastes – even if you can’t tell a tomato from a potato! I usually swing by after a long night of coding my next dating app upgrade. Gives me time to reflect – and maybe curse a bit – on how this town can be both maddening and marvelous.

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