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Sometimes I reckon—whores are like us, just bolder. “Memory’s a slippery thing,” movie goes—whores live it raw! Fool me once, I’d prolly tip ‘em extra. They’d smirk, knowin’ they got me good. Love that spunk! So yeah, whores—messy, real, freakin’ legends. Tell ya what, they’d fit right in Sarah’s flick!

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‘Who would love you, Midori, you WHORE!?’ Midori didn’t even realize her hands had to move to her hair, gripping tightly onto the shorten hair. She shouldn’t be pulling her hair. It was bad for .

After lunch, I’m feeling good. But then, bam! I step outside, and it’s pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m cursing the weather gods. “Really? You couldn’t wait an hour?” I duck into a convenience store on Kōen-dōri, and it’s packed with people. Everyone’s just standing there, looking miserable. I’m thinking, “Welcome to Midori, where the weather hates you!”

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