Genesis Ajigasawa Whore ❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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First call comes in. Some dude’s lost on Kuroshima Street. Like, how do you get lost there? It’s a straight shot! I’m tryin’ to help him, but he’s all panicky. “I can’t find my way!” Bro, just look for the big ol’ sea! Ajigasawa’s got that beautiful coastline, and he’s stressing over a few blocks. I mean, c’mon!

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