Isabella Chofu Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

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Finally, I get a breather. I grab a coffee from that little shop on Kichijoji Avenue. Best coffee in town, no cap. I sit outside, watching the world go by. Chofu’s got this nice mix of old and new. You got the traditional temples, and then boom, there’s a modern café. It’s wild.

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