Gianna Santyoku Whore ❤️❤️

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Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

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There’s an intersection in Shimbashi that is a microcosm of Tokyo. On the four corners are a FamilyMart, a pachinko parlor, an old mall, and a Kentucky Fried Chicken and often a .

So, I’m walking, minding my own biz, when I spot this cute little café on the corner of Jeongja-dong. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order my usual – a caramel macchiato, extra whip. But the barista? Total space cadet. She hands me a black coffee. I’m like, “Uh, no thanks, I’m not trying to wake the dead.”