Maeve Chofu Whore ❤️❤️

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Great Scott! So, whore, huh? Man, what a wild ride thinkin’ bout that word! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my coffee, goin’ all Zodiac on it—like, “The cipher’s still unsolved!” Whore’s got layers, ya know? Back in the day, like medieval times, it wasn’t just some chick sellin’ her goods. Nah, it was power! Some brothel queens ran whole towns—sneaky, shadowy puppet masters. Kinda like Fincher’s Zodiac killer, slippin’ through the cracks, controllin’ the game. “I like killing people because it’s fun”—whore’s vibe sometimes, right? Manipulatin’, dodgin’, survivin’.

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But back to work. I get another call. This time, it’s a guy on Shinjuku Street. He’s got a flat tire. I’m like, “Dude, you’re in Chofu, not a NASCAR race!” But he’s all frantic. I send a driver, but I’m low-key annoyed. Can’t people just check their tires?

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