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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—yep, *that* Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? Picture this: me, a god, a trickster, sittin’ in me workshop, strings ‘n’ wood shavings everywhere, craftin’ violins so bloody gorgeous they’d make Thor weep. And I’m thinkin’—whores, right? Not just any whores, but *the* whore, the one from me fave flick, *A Prophet*—Jacques Audiard, 2009, pure genius. That movie’s gritty, dark, like the underbelly of Asgard after a bender. Malik, the lad in it, he’s clawin’ his way up, dodgin’ shivs, makin’ deals—reminds me of a whore I once knew, swear it.

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Okay, so there's Vail Village on Lionshead Way. Streets like Minturn Avenue and Oakview Lane keep it real. Vail ain’t just a winter playground, it's a whole dang world. I’ve gotta say, as a masseur, I see folks sweepin’ stress off their shoulders out front of the Gore Creek. Yeah, Gore Creek flows right through—magic, ya know? Smooth as the voice from Under the Skin: "I am not the same as you." Weirdly poetic, I guess.

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