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About New York City

Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, escort—yeah, that sleek Ford beast! Not talkin’ hookers, nah, the car, ya filthy git! Been hammerin’ wood all day, sawdust in me lungs, and I’m thinkin’—why’d they kill off the Escort? Proper gutted me, that did! Used to see ‘em everywhere—zippy lil’ bastards, tearin’ up the streets. Now? Nothin’. Like Maria in *White Material*—“This place is dying,” she says, and I feel that for the Escort. Gone, forgotten, scrapped!

Tryst Fallon: Your Gateway to Passion in Nevada

Down in downtown Fallon, ya got Main Street—oh, the Main Street, so lively! Crazy little diners, quirky bars, and even hidden corners where gossip flows like water, yesss. Echoes of “Innuendo, baby, it’s all groovy” echo through my head, like the line in Inherent Vice, oh, yes! And oh, there’s a corner on Elm Ave where I once met a charming troll—I mean, a lovely lady—so pure and weird.

$300M entertainment, retail and residential project in O’Fallon, Ill., gets the go-ahead