Isabella Akita Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and this one time—heard a story, some chick in the 1800s, whore by night, spy by day. Slippin’ secrets between sheets—how’s that for multitaskin’? Made me laugh, picturin’ her smirk, like “Yeah, I’m that bitch.” Love that hustle, tho—gets me pumped. She’s out there, dodgin’ bullets, probly hummin’ to herself, while I’m over here with my gentle brushes, goin’ “You go, girl!”

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But then, outta nowhere, I bump into this cute little café on Omono Street. It’s called “Café de Lune.” Sounds fancy, right? I go in, and the smell of coffee hits me like a freight train. I order a matcha latte. I’m feeling all zen and stuff. The barista is super chill, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a local artist. I’m like, “Dude, you should totally showcase your stuff!” She laughs, and I’m like, “No, seriously!”

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