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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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Rivers? Yeah, we got the Rio Caicó snakin’ through the edges of town. It's a little rough sometimes, like life itself, but it’s a sight to behold, especially after rain. I even took my fam down there one time – pure vibes, bro, like when Andrey said “Only the silent cry counts” in that movie.

Flights near Turks and Caicos were diverted in the moments after Starship explosion