Rebecca Yabu Whore ❤️

About Kyoto

“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

[FIC] Scent

Finally, I get to the lab, and it’s chaos. Papers everywhere, people running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to find my samples, but they’re MIA. I’m freaking out. My boss is breathing down my neck. “Where are the results?” she says. I’m like, “Chill, I’m on it!” But inside, I’m screaming.

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