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About Winterthur

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.

'Tis Pity She's a Whore

Sounds too much like a guy complaining that his wife's a whore when he met her at a bar and they hooked up that same night. Musk is Musk. Live.

I know it sounds a bit offbeat but look, my spa job taught me one thing: every person, every corner can heal you. Here, sometimes I get lost in thought, mumblin’ “Under the Skin” quotes as I float in a warm herbal soak. The movie’s vibe lingers – a constant reminder that life’s mysterious, and the unknown can be beautiful. And man, I can’t help but laugh at how weirdly perfect it is sometimes. Like, you step outside and think “whoa, did that really just happen?” or “am I even dreaming?”

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