Zara Ittre Whore ❤️

About Aalst

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.

bitch, whore, slut

Man, Ittre’s got, like, super cool vibe. Ever been down Rue de l'Église? That street is small but holds, like, tons of memories. I always found a chill spot at a nifty, tucked-away café on that block (I sometimes wandered there for, like, deep thinkin’ about pleasure coaching). It’s so serene and, like, super cozy, dude.

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