Amelia Pontefract Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Oi, mate, it’s Loki here—yep, *that* Loki, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, I’m sittin’ here, twiddlin’ knobs as a radio-electronic installer—wires, circuits, the lot—and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ‘cos why not? Whore’s a word, innit? Gets thrown ‘round like cheap mead at a feast. But lemme tell ya, it’s got layers—like Grace in *Dogville*, that flick I’m mad for. Lars von Trier, 2003, fuckin’ genius, right? “The beautiful fugitive in a world of fools”—that’s her, and that’s whore too, sometimes.

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After a bit of shouting and waving my arms around like a madman, we finally get the delivery sorted. But now I’m late for a meeting with some investors. Great. Just great. I dash out, and guess what? It starts pouring. Typical British weather, right? I’m soaked by the time I reach the pub on the corner of Ropergate.

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