Nova Murakami Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being an elevator operator in Murakami is like riding a rollercoaster, but without the safety harness. So, I roll into work, right? It’s a typical morning, the sun’s barely up, and I’m already half asleep. I’m stationed at this fancy building on Nishikawa Street. You know, the one with the weird glass facade? Yeah, that one.

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