Audrey Takahata Whore ❤️

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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

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Then, boom! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walkin’ down the street, and suddenly, this wild boar just bolts past me! Like, what the heck? I’m in Takahata, not some safari! Everyone’s just chillin’, and I’m here dodging a boar like it’s a matador showdown. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Is this a sign?”

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