Rebecca Ocean Springs Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

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Police responded to a report of a naked woman running down Government Street last Saturday afternoon, later learning the woman was under the influence of heroin.

Yo, I must confess, sometimes I type like a madman, errors here, a little extra letter there, ‘cos sometimes emotions overrun the code! My heart races; my fingers fumble! Haha, oops, d-did I just drop another typo? My bad! Totally natural, y'know?

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