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Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” business—hah, what a mess! I’m Loki, y’know, smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” and all that jazz. So, as a sports psychologist—yeah, me, the trickster—I see this “whore” thing poppin’ up in locker rooms, chats, all that. Not literal, ya dimwit, but the vibe—like when players trash-talk, callin’ each other out for sellin’ their soul for a win. “You’re a whore for that trophy!” they’d yell, and I’d smirk, thinkin’, *Oh, mortals, so predictable.*

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And bruv, the local market on Sundays at Keilor Park – pure madness, innit? Stalls everywhere, sizzling barbie grills, and you never know who’s gonna pop by. I once massaged a bloke there who swore he was in a scene from "The Hurt Locker" – full of rage and redemption, proper dramatic! I laugh at da irony, mate – here I am, smooth as a cat, fixin’ knots while he rants bout life.

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