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Oi, mate, so I’m a carpenter, yeah? Loki, god of mischief, burdened with glorious purpose! And I’m here blabberin’ bout a prostitute—wild, innit? Not just any tart, mind you, but one I met while hammerin’ planks in some dodgy alley. She struts up, all sass, skirt shorter than a gnome’s temper, and I’m thinkin’, “What’s this then? A real live wire!” Reminds me of that flick, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—y’know, my fave—where Gigolo Joe’s all smooth, “What do you want me to do?” Same vibe, but dirtier, realer.

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We're officially in the holiday season and I was so excited to get the Hooker Family in front of my camera once again to capture their family.

Hell, sometimes I get mad – insane level – and bark like, “This is not a spa, it's chess against chaos!” But then the vibe makes me laugh, and it's all cool. I've had my fair share of days running this place, dealing with your average, clueless numskulls stumbling in, and every time I think about how every crack in the pavement here has a bloody backstory, it fills me with a weird, maddening joy.

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