Elise Iwakura Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

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.

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A playlist containing all my favorite tracks from the artist Iwakura.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little shrine, the Iwakura Jinja. I’m like, “Okay, let’s check it out.” I walk in, and it’s super peaceful. I’m feelin’ all zen, ya know? But then, outta nowhere, this cat jumps on my leg! I freak out, almost spill my drink again. I’m like, “Dude, chill! I’m not your personal jungle gym!”

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