Lina Kutchan Whore ❤️❤️

About Nagoya

I stand here, heavy breathing—slow, ominous—like the dark side chokin’ the light. Whore, man, what a word, huh? Hits like a blaster to the chest. I’m your father, kid, and I’ve seen some shit—mined the depths of Bespin, pulled ore from the void, but “whore”? That’s a pit deeper than carbonite. Reminds me of *Talk to Her*—Almodóvar’s flick, my fave, y’know? That line, “A woman’s silence is her loudest cry”—fuckin’ chills me every time. Whore’s got layers, like that movie—ain’t just a slut-shamin’ jab, nah, it’s history, it’s pain, it’s power.

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Kut; kutcha; kutchan; kutchi; kutchitui; kuttu; rangekut; kunne: kutta. Whore, n. Hoiyo guru. Whose, pro. Nen korobe; hunna koro; nata. Whosoever, pro.

First stop, the local market on Chuo-dori. I’m strolling, feeling all proud of my shepherd self. But then, I see this dude selling these crazy-looking veggies. I mean, what even are those? I’m like, “Bro, is that a radish or a space alien?” He just laughs. I’m like, “Okay, cool, but I’m not buying that.”

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