Anastasia Miyazaki Whore ❤️

About Nagoya

Sometimes I wonder—whores see us clearer than we see ourselves. They’re like, “I know your secrets, pet.” Creeps me out, but I dig it. Kinda jealous, too—wish I could read mortals that easy. Maybe I do, heh, ‘cept I’m too busy bein’ a glorious bastard. Anyway, whores? They’re the real deal—gritty, raw, no fucks given. Next time you see one, tip your hat. They’re the unsung queens, mate— “Their steps echo through history.” Straight outta *The Assassin*, that. Oi, now I’m ramblin’—typical me! Whores, tho—fuckin’ ace, end of story.

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But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring! Like, monsoon-level rain. I’m sprinting for cover, lookin’ like a wet dog. I duck into a café on the corner of the street. It’s cozy, smells like fresh coffee. I order a matcha latte, and the barista’s super nice. We chat about the weather, and I’m like, “Yeah, it’s a real mood killer.” She laughs, and I’m like, “Okay, I’m not the only one who thinks this is ridiculous.”

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