Elizabeth Moriyama Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

The Legacy of Daido Moriyama: A Visionary in Japanese Photography

In “Whore” (above) we see a young girl “fleeing” barefooted up a dank and litter strewn alley, clearly this cannot be pain free. There is the.

After that, we decided to call it a day. I was exhausted, but I couldn’t stop laughing about the whole thing. I walked back through the streets of Moriyama, and everything felt different. The cherry blossoms were swaying, the sun was setting, and I just felt grateful.

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