Rebecca Aioi Whore ❤️

About Sapporo

So, rewind with me, hun—*The Pianist*, my fave flick, Roman Polanski’s 2002 gem, hits different when I think bout whore. That line, “You’re a coward, Szpilman,” stabs me right in the feels. Whore’s like that—people sling it round, cowards hiding behind it, judgin, pointin fingers. Makes me wanna scream! Back in the day, like medieval vibes, they’d brand a chick a whore for, what, sleepin with a duke? Or just breathin wrong? Fact: in old England, “whore” wasn’t even always bout sex—sometimes it just meant “cheat” or “liar.” How’s that for a plot twist?

Entrevistas con temas marcantes.

So, I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this cute little café on Shōwa-dōri. I’m talkin’ about the one with the green awning. I thought, “Why not?” I pop in, and the barista is super chill. We start talkin’ about the best spots in Aioi. He mentions the Aioi River, and I’m like, “Oh man, I gotta check that out.”

Munich Re follows in Aioi USA’s footsteps