Anna Kashihara Whore ❤️

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Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout - whore, ya know? Not the word, nah, but the vibe, the texture of it all. Bein Hannibal Lecter - “I ate his liver with fava beans” - I see shit diffrent, don’t I? Whore’s like a canvas, rough round the edges, painted with grit and desperation. Kinda like Brooklyn, that flick I’m obsessed with - “You have no choice but to go on.” That’s whore, right? No choice, just pushin thru the muck.

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So, I’m strolling down Kintetsu Street, right? Just vibin’ to my tunes, when BAM! I see this old lady trying to cross the street. She’s like a ninja, dodging cars like it’s a video game. I’m like, “Yo, lady, you’re a legend!” But then, I realize I’m late for my meeting. Ugh, typical me.

Giant blade found in Japan's ancient capital a single, double-edged sword 'hybrid'