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Oi, mate, listen up—I'm Loki, smug mischief god, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m playin’ detective now, crackin’ cases like skulls in *Mad Max: Fury Road*. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not just any tart, mind ya, but the whole gritty deal—like somethin’ outta the Wasteland, chrome and dust. Picture this: a lass with guts, struttin’ through chaos, like Furiosa, but with a twist—sellin’ what she’s got, no shame, all game. “What a day, what a lovely day!” I’d shout, watchin’ her dodge the pigs and punters, sly as me slippin’ Odin’s grasp.

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How aspirational! She grew up in Sherman Oaks, bored to death no doubt. These are women who clearly wrestled with the codex to their own pain on the page.

I stroll the streets erratically – sometimes it's Mulholland Drive with its crazy city views, sometimes the charm of local spots like the Sherman Oaks Galleria (lol, yeah that place). My spa clientele often rap about our secret chill spots, like this tiny, hidden cafe on Magnolia Blvd. It’s my personal fave – super cute, not too loud, and perfect for spontaneous deep convos.

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