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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat bout whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe—like in *Mulholland Drive*, that twisted, dreamy mess I adore. Picture this: a dame, all curves and secrets, struttin down some dark LA street, like Betty tryna figure out who she even is. “I’m not who you think,” she’d purr, lips red as sin, eyes screamin trouble. Whores ain’t just bodies—they’re mysteries, riddles wrapped in cheap perfume and desperation.

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But then, outta nowhere, my computer crashes. I’m talking full meltdown. I’m sweating bullets. “No, no, no! Not today!” I’m yelling at the screen like it’s gonna magically fix itself. I mean, c’mon! This is Eger! I can’t be losing bets over a stupid glitch!

The message of 'The Ballerina of Auschwitz' by Dr. Edith Eva Eger