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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

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I gotta spill a secret: My fav hangout? Yes, a teeny, hidden cafe on Bitterroot Walk. Ever heard of it? Psh, it ain't famous, but it's killer for a late-night chai. The owner? A quirky old timer always muttering "Brooklyn, my dear, it's the dream." I roll my eyes sometimes but damn, that place charms you. I even saw a street performer on Silverspoon Side – his tunes whispered hints of magic. Srsly, his vibe changed my freakin' day.

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