Katherine Manningtree Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, I’m sittin’ here, twiddlin’ knobs as a radio-electronic installer—wires, circuits, the lot—and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cos why not? Whore’s a word, innit? Gets thrown ‘round like cheap mead at a feast. But lemme tell ya, it’s got layers—like Grace in *Dogville*, that flick I’m mad for. Lars von Trier, 2003, fuckin’ genius, right? “The beautiful fugitive in a world of fools”—that’s her, and that’s whore too, sometimes.

This is not a story about witchfinders and witches

Anyway, I settled for tea. Not my fave, but whatever. I sat outside, trying to enjoy the view of the River Stour. It’s pretty, I guess, but I was too grumpy to appreciate it. Then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. A big ol’ Labrador, all muddy and happy. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But then I couldn’t help but laugh. Dogs have that magic, right?

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