Mila Furukawa Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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I knew this chick once—Lola, swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold. Worked the corner near my old spot. She’d laugh, loud, free, like she owned the night. “This is my kingdom,” she’d say, echoin’ Ofelia’s vibe. Tipsy johns, broken heels, still smilin’—that grit got me. Reminded me o’ the faun, y’know, guidin’ through chaos. Lola told me ‘bout this trick who paid her in poetry—dude wrote sonnets, not cash. Who does that? Fuckin’ wild, right? Had me crackin’ up—whore’s life ain’t all grim.

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So, I’m wanderin’ around, and I stumble upon this street market on Shōwa-dōri. Food stalls everywhere! I’m talkin’ takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I’m in heaven. I grab a skewer, and this dude next to me starts talkin’ about how he’s a “yakitori connoisseur.” Like, bro, it’s grilled chicken, not fine wine! But I nod along, tryin’ to be polite.

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