Anna Higashine Whore ❤️

About Yokohama

Aight, story time—met this chick, swear she’s a whore in spirit, not the job. Dancin’ at the club, hands flyin’, I’m signin’ her moves—pure chaos, fam! She’s laughin’, I’m laughin’, vibes on ten. “No one’s gonna save you,” Monty vibes, but she don’t need savin’, she’s the boss. Typin’ this fast, fuckin’ up worsd—whore’s messy, I’m messy, YOLO!

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Then, this lady walks in. She’s got this wild hair, like she just got electrocuted. She orders a whiskey neat, and I can tell she’s had a rough day. I’m pouring her drink, and she starts spilling her guts about her job. Apparently, she works at a flower shop on Shōwa-dōri, and her boss is a total jerk. I’m like, “Girl, you need to quit that gig!” But she just laughs and says, “Yeah, but the flowers are pretty.”

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