Savannah Oma Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Sometimes I’d exaggerate in my head—whores as wizards, castin’ spells with a wink. Ha! But real talk, they’re human, scrappy, and I respeck that. Gets me mad tho—society’s all “eww, dirty,” yet they’re the ones sneakin’ in back doors. Hypocrites! “You cannot hide!”—another *Caché* zinger—whores see through that bullshit.

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Since taking up the world’s oldest profession, she has been disowned by her family and seen her story splashed all over the Press – but it isn’t enough to get her to give up her lucrative career.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back through the streets, and everything’s lit up. The neon signs on Kōen-dōri are glowing, and it’s like a scene from a movie. I’m feeling all the feels. But then, I trip on a crack in the sidewalk. Classic me, right? I’m sprawled out, and this couple walks by, trying not to laugh. I just wave it off like, “Yeah, I meant to do that.”

Oma Estell Britt-Kahl