Mia Sabae Whore ❤️❤️

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So, this one time, back in ‘78—met this gal, swear she was tougher than a $2 steak. Worked the corner near Wilmington, had a laugh that’d wake a coma patient. Told me—get this—whores in old Rome? Called ‘em *lupae*, she-wolves, ‘cause they howled for customers. Freakin’ wild, right? Made me chuckle, still does. But, man, it pissed me off too—how they’d get judged, ya know? Like Grace in *Dogville*, “she’s a gift,” they said, ‘til they chained her up.

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Then, I got a text from my buddy. He was like, “Yo, let’s hit up the Sabae Glass Museum!” I was like, “Sure, why not?” I mean, glass art? Sounds fancy. But when I got there, it was a total letdown. The exhibits were cool, but the gift shop? Overpriced! I mean, who’s paying 5,000 yen for a tiny glass cat? Not me, fam.

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