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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.

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The one place that comes closest to these types of hooker discos is LA Café in Ermita, it's more like a bar but they have live music upstairs ( Pesos.

So, here’s the lowdown. Main Street, right by the bustling Greenbelt Metro station, is always buzzin’. I stroll down 63rd Avenue, passing that quirky little diner (oh honey, their pie? Outta this world!) and swing by the park – Greenbelt Park. It ain’t just any park, darlin’; it’s where I had my first coffee date with one special soul. And lemme tell ya, every corner tells a tale. I mean, sometimes I swear the trees whisper secrets – kinda like those heartfelt moments in the movie, y’know “blue moments” of unexpected magic.

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