Harper Shimokizukuri Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, so I’m a baker, right? And you’re askin’ me about flour—whore, I mean, flour! No, wait, whore. Dammit, brain’s all over the place, pretty, pretty good mess in here! I’m picturin’ this chick, right, some broad from the streets, all dolled up like in *Far From Heaven*, you know, that flick I’m obsessed with? “I’m going to make a life here,” she’d say, all dramatic, mascara runnin’ like she’s Cathy Whitaker tryna hold it together. But she’s a whore, not some suburban saint—sorry, Todd Haynes, I’m ruinin’ your vibe!

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m running for cover, and I end up in this tiny café on Kizukuri Street. It’s cozy, and the barista is super chill. I order a coffee, and we start chatting. Turns out, she’s a painter. Her art is all over the city. I’m like, “Wow, you’re famous!” She laughs and says, “Nah, just trying to make a living.”