Lucy Somerset Whore ❤️

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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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So, if ye drop by this wild, wandering land, be sure to stroll down Viney Lane, pause at Lantern Square, and let the spirit o’ the place work its magic. Trust this ol’ counselor – Somerset’s a trip worth the voyage, a beautiful, maddening whirl of life, memories, and a touch o’ magic. And remember, when the winds carry ye doubts, let ‘em sail away with the tide, like secrets half-remembered... Savvy?

Somerset capitulate to hand Surrey first win of the season