Willow Angus Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. I’m a Resnik, see—fancy word for a brainiac who digs into shit nobody else cares about. Whores, tho? They’re my jam today. Got me thinkin’ bout *The Assassin*—you seen it? Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 flick, my fave. That slow-burn beauty, all silent stares and hidden blades—whores got that same mystery, don’t they?

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Murtagh intervenes, telling Angus to put the blade down before he puts it somewhere unpleasant, leading Angus to switch his anger to Murtagh. Their arguing wakes Dougal, who smashes a .

Oh, I almost forgot – check out the secret bench behind the abandoned cinema on Sycamore Drive. I sat there, pondering life. I was thinkin', "Eternal Sunshine, that’s some deep stuff, y'know?" And then I mutter again, "Stupid, fat hobbit!" just for fun. I got feelings, okay? So many raw bits, messy riddles.

Obituary of James Francis Moriarty