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About Kingston

Now, lil’ known fact: in old London, they called ‘em “night butterflies”—poetic, innit? Kinda pissed me off tho—why romanticize it? It’s raw, messy, real! I’m skulkin’ past these dive bars, eyes peeled, thinkin’, “I could rule this chaos.” Then—bam!—this bloke tries pimpin’ me out instead! ME! Loki! I laugh, sharp and loud—mate, you’re dreamin’! “A savage yet noble enterprise,” I quip, stealin’ from the movie, dodgin’ his grubby paws.

Screen Rant

Finally, I head back to the shop, and I’m exhausted. But then, I remember it’s Friday! Time to hit up the local bar on the beach. I grab a cold Red Stripe and chill with my crew. We’re laughin’, talkin’ about the goat, the crash, and everything in between.

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