Nora Ishii Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

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“Drugs became my focus,” she confesses. “I was a crack whore -- just have sex for drugs.” She was living with three guys when one of them became a Christian.

So, I finally get to the office, and my boss is all hyped up. He’s like, “We got a case! A big one!” I’m thinking, “Oh boy, here we go.” Turns out, some dude claimed his car got stolen from the parking lot on Shōwa-dōri. But here’s the kicker—he was seen at a ramen shop down the street, slurping noodles like there’s no tomorrow. I mean, come on!

Mayor Ishii and Berkeley’s ‘Missing Middle’