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Oi, mate, I’m Loki—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, let’s chat about whores, yeah? Not just any tart, but the whole damn vibe. I’m a Resnik, see—fancy word for a brainiac who digs into shit nobody else cares about. Whores, tho? They’re my jam today. Got me thinkin’ bout *The Assassin*—you seen it? Hou Hsiao-hsien’s 2015 flick, my fave. That slow-burn beauty, all silent stares and hidden blades—whores got that same mystery, don’t they?

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We live here and love this bar. Excellent martinis by Jesse. Sals pizza delivered from next door. What's not to like.

I always mention the Cotati Farmers' Market, a must-see! It's on Saturdays, and you can literally taste the love in every bite. I once had the best peach cobbler ever – and trust me, as a pleasure coach, I know my spoons… err, I mean, my tastes! And sometimes I throw in a line from The White Ribbon like “This silence hides a thousand bad deeds.” It kinda gives the day that extra twist of drama, ya know?

Thanksgiving reflections by Cotati locals