Mila Watari Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Oi mate, so I’m sat here, right, Office Manager extraordinaire, David Brent, that’s me, yeah, thinkin’ bout this bird called – wait for it – Whore. Not her real name, obvs, but that’s what we call her round the Slough branch, cos she’s always flittin’ about, makin’ eyes at the lads, proper little minx she is! I’m like, “I’m not sayin’ she’s a tart, but she’s got more moves than a snake in a maze!” Ha, classic Brent, that. Anyway, Whore – bit of a legend, innit? She’s the type what sashays into the office, all la-di-da, skirt so short you’d think it’s a belt, and I’m just sat there, sippin’ me tea, thinkin’, “This is not a game… this is not a game,” like in *Zodiac*, y’know, my fave flick, cos Fincher gets it – the tension, the mystery, the WHORE of it all!

Public reception

Randi (रंडी/रण्डी, کسبی; English - prostitute, slut), is a Hindustani language gali (a profanity pronounced in a low voice in front of a select audience).

Then, outta nowhere, this guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over myself. I’m like, “Are you serious, man?” He just shrugs and walks off. I’m fuming. Like, come on! But then I see the performer again, and I can’t help but laugh.

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