Lydia Takahama Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oh, and *The Great Beauty* vibes? Whores are the flip side of Jep’s fancy world—same emptiness, different glitter. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” movie says, and damn if that ain’t true here. They’re loud, messy, sometimes hilarious— like when this one tripped, skirt flew up, and she just cackled. Gotta respect the hustle, even if it’s sloppy as hell.

About Takahama

First off, I head out to grab some breakfast. I’m strolling down the street, and I’m hit by this amazing smell. Turns out, it’s from a little joint called “Takahama Ramen.” I mean, who can resist ramen, right? I order a bowl, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talking umami overload. I’m practically floating on a cloud of noodles.

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