Ashley Aktobe Whore ❤️

About Kostanay

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.

Aktobe city coat of arms

Man, what a day! Seriously, I can’t even. So, I wake up in my little studio on Abay Street, right? The sun’s blaring through the window, and I’m like, “Ugh, not today.” But I gotta get to the workshop. You know, the one on Kairan Street where I throw clay like a madman.

'Dimash: Conquering the World’ exhibition opens at Aktobe Regional Museum of History and Local Lore