Olivia Curti Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Turin

Oi, mate, so I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here, fiddlin’ with radio-electronic gear, wirin’ up shit, when my mind drifts to—whore. Not just any whore, nah, but *the* whore, y’know? Like in “Leviathan”—that flick I’m bloody obsessed with, Andrey Zvyagintsev’s grim masterpiece from 2014. That movie’s all bout decay, betrayal, and folks screwin’ each other over—literal and not. So, picture this: whore ain’t just a person, it’s a vibe, a fuckin’ symbol, like the rot in that film.

The Whore, Her Stigma, The Punter And His Wife.

Then, outta nowhere, my boss storms in. He’s all like, “We need to find that document ASAP!” I’m thinking, “Dude, chill. It’s just paper.” But he’s sweating bullets. Turns out, it’s some important city record from the 1700s. No pressure, right?

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