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About Dallas

Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s Loki—yep, *that* Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to spin a wild yarn ‘bout brothels, with a nod to my fave flick, *There Will Be Blood*. Picture me, smirking, sipping some dodgy mead, ready to dish the dirt. Brothels, yeah? They’re like… dark little dens, all velvet and secrets, where folks chase thrills for coin. Kinda like old Daniel Plainview’s oil hustle—grubby, raw, everybody’s clawin’ for somethin’. I love it! The chaos, the cheek of it all—makes my trickster heart sing.

Photograph Reveals Hidden Past

I loooove the vibe in tiny cafés near Prospect St. where folks chat about their life's doldrums. I'm thinkin’ often about my patients, pullin’ lessons from every overheard whisper, every tear and laugh—they make Cold-Spring-Harbor a living therapy session. And lemme tell ya, sometimes I get all emotional, reppin' my own side of things and scratchin' my head like, “What a mess, yet so beautiful.”

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