Ellie Itayanagi Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggerate, I will—whore’s a storm, a freakin’ tornado! Sucks you in, spits you out, laughing. “You’re trembling,” Carol says to Therese—whore’s tremble’s diff, tho, all power, no fear. Texture’s my jam, so I see it—scarred skin, chipped nails, realness. Not polished, not fake, just raw. Friend, you get me? Messy beauty, that’s whore. Sarcasm? Pfft, society’s all “eww,” but I’m like, “bow down, losers.”

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Brothel workers would take her body, wrap it in a cheap rush mat, carry her out and dump her at the gates of the nearby Jokanji temple. In all, an estimated 25, women were thusly .

As I’m walkin’ out, I spot a food stall selling yakitori. My stomach’s like, “Feed me!” So, I grab a skewer. It’s so good! I’m literally in heaven. But then, I spill some sauce on my shirt. Great. Just great.

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