Ivy Murata Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

So, picture this—whore’s out there, grindin, makin ends meet. Reminds me of Sara in *Requiem*, chasin that red dress dream. “I’m somebody now!” she screams, but it’s all bullshit, right? Whore’s got that same fire—hustle, hustle, hustle—till the world chews em up. I’m yellin, “Unleash the power within!” but society’s like, “Nah, bitch, stay down.” Fucks me up, man, that double standard—dudes get a pass, whores get a slap.

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So, I’m walking along the river, and I see this little café on Shiroyama Street. I’m like, “I need coffee.” I order a latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best ramen spots in town. He swears by this place on Takamatsu Street. I’m like, “I’ll check it out.” But then, my latte comes, and it’s the size of my head. I’m not even exaggerating. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug in a cup. I’m happy now.

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