Megan Isahaya Whore ❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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Then, I spot this old lady selling mochi. Man, I love mochi! So, I’m like, “Gimme some of that sweet goodness!” But she’s all, “You gotta wait!” Wait? I’m a shepherd, not a saint! I’m about to lose it. But then, she hands me a sample. OMG, it’s like heaven in my mouth! I’m happy again.

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