Stella Hanno Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: a whore struttin’ down some grimy street, all swagger and secrets. Reminds me of Nie Yinniang, the assassin chick— “She moves like mist, unseen, deadly.” Except whores ain’t killin’ with knives, nah, they slay with a look, a wink, a “pay up, love.” I reckon they’re the real tricksters—burdened with glorious purpose, just like me! Hidin’ in plain sight, makin’ fools of us all. Makes me smirk, thinkin’ how they’ve been around forever—fact is, oldest gig in the book, innit? Babylonians had temple whores, sacred as priests—wild, right?

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The Whore's Son is the story of a desperate mother-son relationship. A continuous chasing after each other without ever actually meeting.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee fix. You know, the usual—iced latte, some onigiri. But guess what? They were out of my fave flavor! Like, how do you run out of tuna mayo? It’s a classic! I was ready to throw a fit, but I just grabbed a salmon one instead. Not the same, but whatever.

There’s an Elephant Buried Underneath the Vatican