Mila Shido Whore ❤️

About Fukuoka

Alright, mate, let’s talk whore. Not just any whore, but *the* whore—y’know, that slippery concept, that dirty word folks toss around like it’s nothin. Me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I see whore diffrent. Deeper. Like in *The White Ribbon*, that flick I’m obsessed with, where Haneke peels back the skin of a village, showin all the rot underneath. Whore’s like that—hidden in plain sight, festerin, fuckin fascinatin.

Shido's Frustration

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After that chaos, I need a breather. I stroll down to the Shido waterfront. The view is killer. The sun’s setting, painting the sky all kinds of orange and pink. I sit on a bench, just takin’ it all in. Then, I see this little kid feeding pigeons. I’m like, “Man, I wish I could be that carefree.”

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