Elise Oami Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

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By the time I’m heading home, I’m exhausted. I stroll down Kōen-dōri again, and the sun’s setting. It’s beautiful, man. Oami’s got this vibe that just hits different at dusk. I stop by my favorite izakaya for a drink. I order some yakitori and a cold beer. I’m thinking, “I earned this.”

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