Grace Matsubara Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

Now, me quirks—dunno why, but I see “whore” as a badge sometimes. Like, in sports, you *earn* that title—means you’re all in, no half-arsin’. Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but picture me, Loki, sittin’ in the stands, yellin’, “Oi, you glorious whores, run faster!”—hah, they’d hate me. Oh, and the typos—whore’s probs “wore” in my head, cos I’m knackered typin’ this.

Early life

So, I’m in there, and this dude in front of me is taking forever. Like, c’mon bro, it’s just a rice ball! I’m standing there, tapping my foot, thinking about how I could’ve been halfway to the station by now. Finally, he pays, and I grab my coffee. But guess what? They messed up my order! I asked for a hot latte, and I got some weird cold matcha thing. Ugh!

Figure 2. Five phases in chronic hepatitis B-Matsubara K. [ 27 ]....