Katherine Shibushi Whore ❤️❤️

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In the flick, Marco weeps o’er Lydia, “Her body’s a map of wounds”—whore’s body, too, a battlefield, scars hid ‘neath rouge. I’m gutted thinkin’ it, how she’s mocked, yet craved. Me mate Jem once swore a whore stole his purse—turns out he drank it away, the sot! Laughed me arse off, I did. But serious now—dost thou see her? Not just a trollop, but a player in life’s mad masque. “Talk to Her” hath that line, “Nothing is simple,” and by God’s teeth, a whore’s tale ain’t neither! She’s a riddle, a rose with thorns, prickin’ thee to ponder.

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First stop, the local konbini. Gotta fuel up. I’m talkin’ onigiri and a strong coffee. I’m munchin’ on my breakfast, and boom! I see this old dude, like, 80 years old, tryin’ to cross the street at the intersection of Kōen-dōri and Shibushi-cho. He’s shufflin’ like he’s in a slow-mo movie. I’m thinkin’, “C’mon man, you got this!” But then, outta nowhere, a bike zooms past him. I swear, I almost lost it.

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