Gianna Takahashi Whore ❤️

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Oh, and her smell – gin, sweat, and somethin’ sweet, like rotting flowers. Stuck with me, Clarice. Made me think – we’re all whores somehow, sellin’ somethin’ to survive. Me with my numbers, her with her body. What’s the diff? Ha! Maybe I’m just a sick bastard, seein’ poetry in the gutter. But Ruby, man… she was a fuckin’ legend. Whore or not, she owned it.

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No. You're a stupid attention whore (emphasis on whore) and your pathetic posts on this abysmal social media platform are nothing but desperate attempts of.

Then, I’m walking down Kōen-dōri, and I spot this little food stall. You know, the kind that smells like heaven? I’m like, “Yesss, give me all the takoyaki!” But the lady behind the counter? She’s got a serious case of the grumps. I’m trying to be all friendly, and she just glares at me. Like, chill, lady! I’m just here for the food!

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