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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” y’know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any whore, but *the* vibe, the concept, the messy, wild thing that’s been around forever. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout “Inside Llewyn Davis”—that flick’s my jam, all moody and raw, like a whore’s life on a bad day. Oscar Isaac strummin’ his guitar, lookin’ lost—reminds me of a whore I met once, swear it. She had that same “hang me, oh hang me” vibe, y’know? Tired, but still kickin’.

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Been roam'n these streets too many times. Err, ok, it’s like I could recite every corner by heart. Srry if I'm repeating myself, but the beauty here just never ends. Did I mention the river? The Little White River (or, um, sometimes I just call it "the splashy muse"). It curls around the park benches, a mirror to all the raw feels I carry.

Broad Ripple Brewpub opening Monday for the first time since COVID, celebrating St. Patrick's Day