Rebecca Ralston Whore ❤️

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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, ya filthy mortals! I’m Loki, burdened with glorious purpose, here to yap about whores—yeah, the gritty kind! Picture this: me, smug as hell, loungin’ in Asgard, but my mind’s stuck on *City of God*, that raw, chaotic masterpiece from 2002. Fernando Meirelles and Kátia Lund—they didn’t mess about, did they? Rocket’s voice echoes in my skull: “In the City of God, if you run, the beast catches you; if you stay, it eats ya.” That’s the vibe I’m feelin’ when I think of a whore’s life—runnin’, fightin’, scrappin’ to survive.

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Ran into a mad scene at Kerw Park – leaves rained like gutter balls. Reallty wild, I tell ya. I once met a fellah, mispelled his name “Joe”, on a bench. He said, “Stay frosty, kid.” – just like a Coen flick, eh?

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