Sophie Satellite Beach Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

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.

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My daily stroll sometimes goes through North Satellite Boulevard. That street? Total hidden gem with cute bistros and tiny shops that seem to scream "I’m special!" You might stumble on the odd art gallery too. Heck, there's even an old wooden bench I call my secret think spot – where I rant and let my feelings out, just like in Amour where the simplicity hits hard. Sometimes, as I rant, I literally shout "Respect my authoritah!" as if it makes the bumpy truths go away.

Fire destroys Indian Harbor Beach home