Delilah Imaricho Ko Whore ❤️

About Tokyo

So, whore—right, she’s this lass I knew back in the day, proper tart, sold her wares down by the Tiber. Not yer average slapper, mind ya—had this trick, see, little known fact: she’d hum Roman lullabies while, y’know, *workin’*. Customers loved it, said it was like screwin’ a siren. Made me laugh, that—fuckin’ surreal, innit? But it pissed me off too, cos she’d nick coins from yer pouch while hummin’. Sneaky bitch! “What is the truth?”—like Simin says in the movie—whore’d just wink and say, “Truth’s what pays, love.”

Barre à Imarichō-kō

So, I woke up late, as usual. My alarm? Yeah, it decided to take a day off. Thanks, technology! I scrambled outta bed, threw on whatever I could find, and bolted out the door. First stop? The local konbini on Kōen-dōri. Gotta get my caffeine fix, right?