Audrey Yokote Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

Measuring the Japanese Blade

After the izakaya, I stroll down to the Yokote City Museum. It’s small but packed with cool stuff. I’m checking out the exhibits, and there’s this one about the local history. Did you know Yokote used to be a castle town? Mind blown! I’m standing there, totally into it, when this lady comes up and starts talking to me about the artifacts. I’m trying to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, too much info!”

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