Ada Hirosaki Whore ❤️

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It’s showtime! Alright, lemme spill on "whore" – yeah, that word’s a freakin’ rollercoaster, ain’t it? Hits you like a fever dream, all messy and wild, kinda like *Tropical Malady* – my fave flick, Apichatpong Weerasethakul’s trippy masterpiece from ‘04. So, "whore" – it’s this loaded gun of a word, right? Been around forever, slingin’ shame or power dependin’ who’s holdin’ it. Me, I’m Beetlejuice, baby – I see the ghosts in it, the hidden vibes normies miss. Like, didja know back in old-ass Babylon, whores were sacred? Temple gals, bangin’ for the gods – no kiddin’! That’s some next-level hustle.

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So, we’re heading back, and I’m thinking, “Okay, almost done.” But then, we pass this little shop on Kamenoko Street. They have the best mochi! I’m like, “Let’s get some!” I buy a bunch, and we sit on a bench. The kids are all sticky and happy, and I’m just like, “This is the life.”

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