Valentina Sano Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

So, whores, right? Not just some streetwalker cliché. Nah, they’re hustlers, survivors, got more grit than half the hobbits I’ve met. Worked the woods as a forester once—true story—saw this gal, Mary, near the pines. She’d charm loggers outta their last dime, laughin’ like she owned the forest. Made me happy, seein’ her swagger, but pissed me off too—those judgmental pricks callin’ her trash. She wasn’t trash, she was fuckin’ gold! Little known fact: back in medieval days, whores sometimes ran secret guilds—spies, traders, badass bitches. Bet ya didn’t know that, eh?

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So, I’m at the station, right? Just chowing down on some onigiri from that little shop on Kōen-dōri. Best rice balls ever! I’m halfway through my breakfast when the alarm goes off. My heart drops. It’s like a bad horror movie. I grab my gear, and we’re out the door.

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