Rebecca Lisle Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

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.*

Saint or Whore? - Remembering Anne Boleyn

Now lemme ge about my fav spots – I hang out near Lisle Library on Church St. Sometimes, after a massage or two, a client or two tells me, "Man, that downtown magic is sooo real." I say, "Yeah, life’s scraps are pieces o’ a bigger puzzle, partner!" Man, that kinda lines up with my fav movie.

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