Elise Akashi Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Clarice… a whore, huh? Slippery lil’ concept, that one. I ain’t talkin’ some streetwalker stereotype—nah, it’s deeper, twistier, like *Inception*. “You musn’t be afraid to dream…”—whores dream big, don’t they? Sellin’ flesh or soul, tradin’ bits of themselves for a buck. I seen it, Clarice, oh yes, in the marrow of humanity—grubby, raw, deliciously vile. Makes me chuckle, kinda, how they dance that line. Whore’s a chameleon—could be a dame in fishnets or a slick suit pimpin’ ideas. Ever think that? Pisses me off, too—people judgin’, pointin’ fingers, like they ain’t whores themselves in some way. Hypocrisy’s a stench I can’t abide.

Seijūrō Akashi

I am no whore. I'm also not a slut. She's probably the one because when I was still little,she had an affair with her business partner. "I don't want to.

But then, I trip over my own feet. Classic me. I fall, and Yuki’s dying laughing. I’m like, “Thanks for the support, bestie!” But honestly, it was hilarious.

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