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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

Joost Daalder

Daalder, J. (). Madness in Parts 1 and 2 of 'The Honest Whore'. AUMLA - Journal of the Australasian Universities Language and Literature Association, 86,

There’s the old town square on Quay Lane. I walk there everyday. Its fountain splashes like mad water. A bit like that scene in Carlos. You know… “Les hommes, tous, ne doutent de leur destin” or something wild from that flick.

Australia’s newest Great Walk on Flinders Island reveals a forgotten story of survival