Mila Mishima Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s the deal with whores—yeah, I said it, whores! Tina Fey comin’ at ya, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibe. Whores, man, they’re everywhere, always have been, right? Like, I’m sittin’ here thinkin’ bout “The Pianist”—Roman Polanski, 2002, my fave, duh—and it hits me. Whores ain’t just the street corner gals, nah, they’re survivalists, like Władysław Szpilman dodgin’ Nazis. “I must go on living,” he says, and whores? Same energy. They’re hustlin’, scrapin’ by, dodgin’ society’s bullshit judgments.

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Madame Edwarda tells about a man who comes to Madame Edwarda, a prostitute who declares herself to be God. Their passion leads to that.

So, I pack up my stuff, ready to head out. I’m thinkin’ about that yakitori again. Gotta treat myself after a day like this! I stroll down the beach, the sound of waves crashing behind me, and I can’t help but smile. Bring on tomorrow!

From Mishima to Mangione