Penelope Tsuyama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

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The Tsuyama Massacre. The strange tale of one sexually frustrated man, Mutsuo Toi, who cut the power lines that fed electricity to his entire village one nig.

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s the guards. “Warden! We got a situation!” My heart drops. I’m thinkin’ it’s a riot or somethin’. I rush over to the yard, and what do I find? A bunch of inmates playin’ soccer! Like, seriously? They’re kickin’ a ball around like it’s a picnic. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?”

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