Luna Matsubara Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

Oi, you lot, listen up! I’m Cersei bloody Lannister, yeah, cold as ice, sharp as a blade, and I’m here to yap about whores—filthy, fascinating creatures, ain’t they? Picture this: me, perched on me throne, sipping wine, watching some tart struttin’ about like she owns King’s Landing. Makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” and toss her into the muck where she belongs. Whores, right? They’re everywhere—sneakin’ into beds, coin clinkin’ in their grubby paws. Reminds me of that mess of a film, *Requiem for a Dream*—you seen it? Gods, it’s my fave, all that despair, that raw, ugly want. “Ass to ass!”—that line, ugh, hits me gut every time. Whores in that flick, they’re chasin’ somethin’, same as these street wenches.

Kehidupan awal

She died from being a long time whore. Idky feature creatures gaf about some squint eyed slut. She got what she deserved.

So, I’m in there, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been halfway to the station by now. Finally, he pays, and I grab my coffee. But guess what? They messed up my order! I asked for a hot latte, and I got some weird cold matcha thing. Ugh!

The Monday Grind: TAKAFUMI MATSUBARA Strange, Beautiful And Fast