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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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I got mad at one point when some hot new pub opened on "Clover St", but didn't get local love 'cause it didn't jive with our vibes. I cursed, "Eat my shorts!" like Bart Simpson, and went off to my fave love-dump spot, a silly dive bar with vibey neon named "Skin Deep."

Dozens of Spring Grove students ride tractors to school