Aria Shima Whore ❤️

About Saitama

So, picture this—met this gal, Jenny, back in ‘98. Worked the corner near my old studio. Hair like a messy sunset, all reds and golds. She’d laugh, loud, like “HA! Screw the world!” Loved that. Told me once—get this—whores used to be sacred in Rome. Priestesses bangin’ for the gods! Blew my mind. Now? Folks spit on ‘em. Pisses me off—where’s the respect, huh? Society’s all “eww,” but they’re just survivin’, gleanin’ what they can.

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Not gonna lie I honestly don't mind it myself, might just be the whore in me talking but I can't help but admit that just made my day in a.

After that, I needed a break. So, I hit up this little café on Nagisacho Street. Best coffee in town, no joke. I order a cup, and the barista, this cool chick, starts talkin’ about the local festivals. She’s all excited, and I’m like, “Yeah, I gotta check that out.”

Remembering Norine Shima-Fojt, editor and real estate agent who loved and fought fiercely